The boy David
With his small stones
Faced Goliaths
On their mobile phones.
Who shall prosper
day by day
Must first sling
her phone away.
Failing that,
must at least
Snare her vanity
and slay the beast.
And when he saw her
On the rooof
He was not alone intended.
Her history
An ample proof
What’s broken’s
not by one man mended.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
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