poem - you may not

You have received all the warnings, but you do not know what to do. They have placed you in a box, and you're still playing their game, not realizing you are a subject in John Calhoun's experiment - known as "Universe 25".

you may not

you may not have any food

have any money, have any wheels

have a job, have a roof over your head

but, you're in luck

you've got nothing to lose and everything to gain

what's even better, you've just become an x-factor

you've become dangerous and unpredictable

you've become a virus, a masked bandit

someone whom others would fear

the tables have turned,

and your new diet hungers for revenge

you've become the hunter

you're no longer the prey

the titans of power are worried

they have no solutions

they're digging in, going underground

they've prepared themselves for your revenge

they've orchestrated the play

they've abandoned you atop Shakespeare's stage

leaving you to wait for their grand surprise

their inevitable end-game

but is it theirs, or someone else's

no man holds your destiny

thank you,

joseph pede