Pardonnez-moi, Monsieur Mueller

A Parody on Limits

Tommy Hayfield
Be careful, take heed when you read my bit
I don't want to reach my limit

I could use keywords like Mueller, Brooke, and Sheen
My numbers however are limited by law
(law is a word we use when we can't perceive the reason for abuse)

The FBI can't bear to see my numbers rise
(pardon me again today for the needed content here which doesn't easily rhyme)

Please don't be the 401st reader for I won't get credit for your visit
If, however, you choose to subscribe
then Monsieur Google won't need to get involved

Inspector Google laughably limits my views so I believe,
I perceive Monsieur Google is confused.

My unseen friends--I count Patty Hearst among them--want to hear...
they know the courageous fears and understand the complicated, manufactured tears

I don't cry from the traditional punch to the gut
but for the loss of my friends cheery moments

and thus their sad rut

Published by Tommy Hayfield

Entertainment is my focus now with me churning out a lot of funny material in the form of poems and poems with prosaic content fully integrated...I have recently begun to explore the viability of YouTube as...  View profile

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  • Tommy Hayfield3/7/2011

    This poem isn't about the people at Google, but about internet hackers intervening and finding Google available as a huge company to be pointed at while hackers work w/o a big label to identify them.

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