mind the chatter and pass the platter mr nsa
nickled and dimed on the end of a tine
"to rage, to set on fire------"
obsolete, "to shut in or enclose"
jays shriek bloody crow murders all around also cats
&a hawk hunting the freerange chickens
"troubled or distressed"
so LIKE a teen, pushing every idea
around the plate mrs nsa
with a digital fork
who's behind the times of tiney devil prongs
whose behind indeed,
caterwauling "Ne was there slave,
ne was there medicine
That mote recure their wounds;
so inly they did tine"
a spear for each gleaning
the thresher in our granary
sifting, combing our tun of info
far after the fact
pointeth out little red hen to those who only want to eat
our privacy and give none back.
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