infuriated waves of
closet bankers and
closet stalkers and
closet delicates
grabbed by the wrist
and pushed into the
twenty-first century smoke?
This oughta fix
what never was broke.
You can see ‘em now,
coughing up
their privacy
until they choke.
Don’t have to imagine—
the masked money makers,
they've already spoke.
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