Savvy Vendors Aim to Poach Us
Scramble
Like a spider
Down the wall
Of passé years...
...Antiquated arch-
types
Of mounting
Techno-tears.
We can't afford
To lie so low,
And let the robot
Ball
Destroy the free rein
We have left!...
...No wiggle room
At all.
Can't you see
The bridge is up?...
...A slew
Of red flags
Whirl
In the wind
As we proceed...
Our solid views
Have curled
For a ride on this
New
Trend...
...It sickens me
Beyond...
But Mr. Toad's
Wild Ride
Won't end,
Until they've
Drained the
Pond.
So scurry like
A rodent who's
Repelled by
Her rank nest!...
...Soon the hard
Stuff
Will be sold
For considerably
Less...
...But this is not
A jump off point,
It only seals the
Pact
To ones
Who watch our
Buns
With motives...
Waiting to attack.
Savvy vendors
Aim to poach us...
...Take us by
Surprise!...
Savvy vendors
Need our focus...
Living through
Blank eyes...
What will we
Be,
When they
Gut us...
...Bleed us for
Our hearts?...
Is there nothing
We can do,
But play this
Game
Of darts?...
...This trip
That's oddly
Been provided
At our time,
And place.
Scramble
Like a spider down
The rigorous
Rock-face!...
...Maybe you will
Break the
Pavement!...
Hope to see
You there...
Don't get caught
Up
In the
Panic...
...It's a cosmic
Snare.
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2017
Bunny Villaire