Googol’s simply everywhere, Mamazon’s exclusive.
Big numbers likely would impress, were they not so intrusive,
but then those folk, who insidiously degrade our hard won grace,
are constantly, annoyingly, always in our face.
When the grass can grow untainted, and multiply in foison
and healthy sustenance prevails without the need for poison
it’ll be because we can commute opinion for the better
turn greed to need across the globe with immunity unfettered
but there’ll be no hope for freedom on the highways of the net
until some point in future time, if we’re not forced to forget
that much of our entitlement, accustomed as we are,
will fall into the purses of all those who would be tzar.
The truth would like to catch ‘em out for being so damned brash
yet if we give up easily, we’ll all be turned to ash.
© 2020 John Anstie