Daily Poetry Challenge: #Amazonfail Sestina (or Invisible Lavender Ink)

(pardon my French

there are children present)

delivered rotten eggs via Amazon

which we threw back via Twitter.

Lesson? Don't piss off queer writers.

WE WANT TO KNOW: Did you really think that writers

wouldn't notice books vanish? THEY WANT TO KNOW: How to put the rabbit

back into the hat, without anyone in the Twitter

-verse the wiser. Why not blame the French?

"My fellow Freedom-fry eating 'Mericuns, trust Amazon

when we say glitch not censorship! An Easter present

to homophobes! We didn't think anyone would be present

this weekend. Aren't queers and jews and writers

suppose to turn off their laptops and cellphones for Passover? Amazon

doesn't discriminate! "Adult products" are still there (Buy a vibrating rabbit!)

if you can (buy Heather Has Too Many Mommies!) find them (buy FrenchTicklers that glow in the dark!)Who else does that for you? Not Twitter!

Ignore all the constant Twitter and Twatter of the world a' Twitter.

All social networking is a plot to exchange porn (there are children present!)

The labor-union loving French

are behind this. And writers! You can't trust writers!

Everyone knows they traffic with words. Dirty words. Rabbity

and rabid words. Words we make safer with checks and boxes on Amazon.

We suspect gays and small presses of acts un'Mericun. Trust Amazon

to protect your children from the dangers of literature and Twitter."

Will the guileless public fall for this, fall like Alice down the rabbit

hole? PR by Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber. (Are we the children present

who need protecting from the seditious words and lifestyles of writers?)

Pardon my multi-syllabic French.

My vocabulary has clearly been poisoned by writers, French

philosophers, feminists and transgender warriors. Amazon,

please save me from myself! Will the public - will writers

and publishers- buy your glitch reassurances? Why not, we Twits

buy everything else you sell. Oh damn, (Hey! There are still children present!)

Sorry. Still damn the power of words! Damn! (I mean dagrabbit!)

Writers who use to tags, categories to unify, to rally, to

Twitter, to enact instant (IM) bloodless (unFrench) revolutions, may yet

dethrone, derank Amazon. Cracked like an egg, my delayed Easter present.

PS: the nonsestina lines

I do not believe you. I still say #glitchmyass.

I do not believe you when you say

"I am not a racist, my best friend's gay, you see conspiracies everywhere"

There's blood on your door, Amazon,

but it may not be enough for the angel of death to pass you over.