Always… it comes down to
how badly we could be hurt
by whispers in the fine print.
What the hell…
we balance bright promise,
pain ease, smile…to brush away
side effects possible dire…grim
repercussions for a now relief.
Deus ex machina…
–ex. Snow coughed up coma
apple when her coffin bearer tripped–
can’t be trusted, for we’re on our own.
–ex. Dorothy looked behind curtains,
Gretel baked a raving cannibal…and
Cinderella…for a warning… pigeon
blinded her bloody footed sisters
against their duplicity.
Happily ever after…nebulous it
drifts…sleeps…dreams within us.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who’s the fairest we can be
with one weird trick…the secret they
always they…those gods whispering
in machinery…want us to know
might cost us in the fine print.
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12 thoughts on “Whispers In the Fine Print”
Completely blown away! Wow.
Lisa, you make me very happy with such a generous comment. Thank you!
I’m totally serious. You’re welcome. 🙂
I really, really think tihs poem goes outside the box Bonnie–a good thing.Smiles…>KB
That you should think so is important to me, KB. Smiles.
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I just have to share. Just amazing.
Grateful thanks, Lisa. Smiles.
I’m very pleased you do. Very. Smiles.
Sounds like something I might say (such a passionate message) but you have the language to deliver it! Amazing!
I’m quite taken by your wording, Nancy, for I know you are a brilliant thinker. Thank you. Smiles.