Reined in

Reining in the rebels
rained in by all the rubble,
like rabbits wrapped in rubber ribbons,
trapped and troubled, and constantly constrained,
defamed and unconstructively detained,
who mustn't muster up their fairly flustered, flubbing fibs,
but for reasons unbeknownst and unannounced and mispronounced
should simply stop;
should settle in;
behave like bees, be busy being, 
not bothered by their brothers and not baffled by others,
and not basking in the bounty 
of their brains and bread and butter.
Better than to let them in,
better than to let them win.

The End

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