I Hear
I hear the dull moans of a malignant class
as classes clash and drones drone on
Electronic wizards wrack, whack, whack
merrily on their way to a zombie-like state.
Loathing lies and jumbo surprises belie
aires, stares and convenient alignments
welding together a mangled mass of fluff
certain to shift us toward a boorish fall
of great proportions
Copyright © Annalinda W. | Year Posted 2016
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