The three of them all came together
to embarrass the people who gave them
the free space and tools to play them
for whatever reasons, all of which-
would hold gravity as well as the Moon.
They come around several times a year
always pining to play the same game
kind of makes one stop and muse on it,
just for a moment, as it merits no more-
than the space they were given for free.
Then again, who's to say, who's to judge,
what is ethically right or wrong today;
just an opinion is all one can offer one
who choses unorthodox measures of shame
with justification, no short of lame...
Dedicated to a Trifecta of Ignorance
that pales the status-quo on Site...
FjR-MMXVI
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