Ripened Juveniles

Overpopulated by gameplayers,
Who have played out to squeeze fresh energy...
From a climate left brimming on the rim with a hope,
That an awakening snaps these jokesters to loosen their grasp...
To undo their need to dangle with such a firm grip,
On a path to mimic and not experience life sassed to flash.

Like ripened juveniles clinging fast,
To aging and dried up vines weakening...
And just can not get rid of them quick enough.
Or kick them away from sitting on the edge of potential,
To realize it with a going beyond the verge that surges.
And this has been mentioned more to bore the getting of attention.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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