107 - Poem by Morgan Michaels
'Don't be lying on the floor
without options, ' said the unsolicited message-
Invasive paranoia to peddle worthless stuff
There's one born every minute.
If you can't find markets off-shore
you can create them here, using fear-
Sorry. You're barking up the wrong tree
but no wonder people are anxious.
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