When I saw the hashtag "outcome"
The implication was patently obvious
My protective cover had been blown
Retribution would be swift and furious
See, "outcome" was an everyday term
We used to sanitize unseemly acts
Like "extreme prejudice" as a synonym
For a near term recipient of taps
I'd thought my identity fully obscured
My pseudonymous existence impervious
My internet activities couldn't be observed
By anyone malevolently curious
I tried to figure how I'd been unmasked
What clumsy folly I had committed
Then recalled I'd signed on when asked
To a petition, we'd unsuccessfully submitted
I'd been a participant in a literary group
Recently evicted from our preferred website
But bigwigs heading the corporate F Troop
Wiped us away like bothersome dust mites
And when we'd asked their imperial indulgence
Petitioned for an execution stay
Imperiously, they ignored our correspondence
And went on their merry way
But I'm sure they probably took offense
At our suggestion that they might have erred
Hostilities toward us would now commence
Soon we'd be protein for bear and bird
But I flashed back to a childhood recollection
When I'd been caught hand on the cookie plate
Inescapable doom was my likely destination
Momentarily appeared that was my fate
Began an uncontrollable 5-year-old's giggles
My formerly frowning mom joined right in
Gave me a vanilla cake with rainbow sprinkles
Wiped excess chocolate from my chin
And as I recalled that past event
I thought, I ain't afraid of no highfaluting CEO
If my boots got surrounded by cement
Some ugly friends will come to say hello
And anyone whom they thought wanton
In the preservation of old Jimt
Might soon be pictured on a milk carton
With the legend: Have you seen me?
Reassured, I sat and wrote a spell
Johnny Walker Blue came to assist
Thought, those expediting my way to hell
May encounter guerillas in the mist
Postscript
Wife told me she wanted readers to be aware
That this was written just to thrill you
But now that you know how our enemies fare
Guess I'm going to have to kill you
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Trigger Warning
PoetryOne last swipe at the Godzilla of the Web-iverse. Evicted but not defanged, we prove resilient in the face of real and imagined threats.