We hear you, stop shouting.
We hear your machinations and your smoke-filled ruminations.
You have sound bitten our words, so we use them only under duress.
Nevertheless, they are sound.
NO2U2, (B)devil(led)-texters and wireless ghouls.
UR lost in location
(no where? O2)
Nowhere for you then,
nowhere 4U now.
You cost us souls with your manifest pretexts.
We have GPS-located your barracks, your mess.
We have sown your badges to our chests.
We fear you, stop shouting.
We fear your hypnagogic distractions and your choke-hold contractions.