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Drone Strike 1
Poetry should be fun
---a mischievous grinning
before the middle finger giving
in the face of assembly line factory
literary society has become of late
Weigh the sting of sarcasm by the ton;
rate this efficiently deficient combination
winning at failing to maintain steady pace
in the three-legged race you and I have run
lagging behind with feet dragging out of sight
while in my mind, I'm freely streaking naked
under a sun so warm it bakes this skin of mine
---alive as busy workers buzzing toil and thrive
somewhere in Imagination's corrugated hive
Can't stand your idle dronings any longer;
no time to linger
Hear my thoughts swarm
My thoughts swarm
My thoughts
swarm
^ hive shaped poem
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