The Arena
We
vie in an arena
like
the coliseum in Rome.
The
foes are just as dangerous,
and
oft they strike us in our home.
With
e-mail, phone or Internet...
and
veiled sword and shield,
they
use but words, the foul dastards,
to probe to find our cache unsealed.
Best
never leave your guard relaxed
or
perps assail your frail greenbacks.
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