Melodrama paints a drone prone cyber-scape
of a canvass great poet's would sore abase.
P.C. nomads forum up like midnight stalkers
seeking knowledge, carnal....filthy talkers,
and the stat-fiddlers who know how to dress-
their computers, to change their I.P. Address'
and they do so, 'cuz they can, and they know-
that no one will ever stop them from doing so.
It's all about the cyber traffic, market slice,
a sad but true assessment of a tunnel vision site;
for, in lieu of words of gold, pure, and erudite,
my impetus rises to reach and energize, enlight.
I've seen enough, time to go...close th' nite.
(((FjR)))
-MMXVI-
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