Reining in the rebels
rained in by all the rubble,
like rabbits wrapped in rubber ribbons,
trapped and troubled, and constantly constrained,
defamed, and unconstructively detained.
Who mustn’t muster up their fairly flustered, flubbing fibs,
but for reasons unbeknownst and unannounced and mispronounced,
should simply stop.
Should settle in.
Behave like bees, be busy being,
not bothered by their brothers and not baffled by others,
and not basking in the bounty
of their brains and bread and butter.
Better than to let them win,
better than to let them in.