The pixel collators

They’ll try to overwrite me
with what they say’ll delight me,

not bleedin’ likely
says I.

There’ll be no final curtains
for these internal workings
no
not bleedin’ likely
says I.

That movement afoot
is ready to kick me
from pillar to post and
the most I could hope for
has already left by
the back door.

Inevitable
they tell me,
I tell them
to go to hell.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.