A Bard of the Fringe
"Avoid it like the plague," says Pi'neer Press,
While missing every message that it bears,
There's reasons life is later in such mess,
It seems something to do with just who cares.
Three hundred years from now we see the fallout
Of actions we are only starting now
But with an idle warning or a callout,
We may get clues of when or why or how.
The arrogance of bloated, bastard fives,
The reckless tyranny behind the fours,
The thoughtless rearrangement of our lives,
The elephant who's here, which each ignores.
It's just a play, a few thoughts out on loan;
The plague you miss, though, may well be your own.
-Dominic P. Papatola