Swifts stir the air in Star Wars Formation
Churning out online surveys
Delaying the inevitable
tormented tipped wings from Tatooine
accepting sentence this time
The quicker the better
to gin the go-getter
We can toast the demise
after gravity has prised
for quantitative greed
More than just stunned
sewn seeds strewn on tiny slipped puns
in a galaxy far far away….
I’ll use the force if I have to
to gently squeeze your hand
coz prayers are for those that do pray.
We had fortune cookies. Mine was empty.