[ NaPo ] Terminatrix April

thumbs her titanium alloy nose    
through the chain link fence  
reminding us of our limitations    
    
says we are nothing    
but imitations of life    
   
It's an irony that leaves    
a metallic aftertaste    
in my mouth    
   
while hers is razorwired    
---a smile long in between such    
clenched jaw sound bites as,    
   
Get with the programming  
   
and  
   
Poets are challenged enough    
without attempting to write    
a poem per day    
   
meant for arrogant asses    
in the gulag chugging    
their own Kool Aid    
glug Glug GLUG style    
   
Nobody    
and I mean    
NOBODY    
is getting out of here    
without a noggin batoning    
or being tased in the balls    
   
So . . .    
   
we write our arrogant asses off    
producing substantial verse    
for thirty days straight or    
otherwise risk being replaced    
by assembly line robots