The Social Network

LATER generations might miss its role, obscured by form:
SALON, early social network, proto strewer of high
GRADE untruths. Yet also: a mimetic source to spread
MIRTH, witty contagion countering human gloom.

Reflexes

LORRY, if suddenly coming at you, soon to
GNASH you into a wall, like angry teeth, one fell
SWOOP—don’t ask “why not a truck?”
EXIST! Evade! No time to muse on dialects.

An Odd Fish

COWER in kitchen till last moment, forced to serve calamity:
TURBO, misspelled fish adrift on chef’s menu. Shaking proffer to
DUCHY’s puffed up Duke, grown splenetic, long time since famous
PARKA worn in expedition, when he worked for the attention sought.