the rest of my life will be but a blink of Eternity’s five-lobed eye/yet i fritter away a hefty chunk of my remaining time/playing games offered me by this thrice-curst “smartphone”

one game whose initials do not stand for World Wrestling Federation/wants my money/so they throw annoying ads at me/and then they offer me a deal of 30-day Ad Free for $$4.99

isn’t that extortion, O Friends With Words?

many of the ads are for games/and one features a crosseyed king who is always imprisoned and threatened with crushing/by stones or ball bearings or other relentless stuff/and the more primary-color blocks you blast away by positional alignment/the more room the falling deathmass has to go/thus helping you save the king

there’s another one you can tell was designed by the same team/involving a large but cute bear imperiled by rising piranha-infested water/and your efforts MIGHT drain enough water away/before his fate is sealed with a sploosh

and yet another involving a young betty&veronica cute girl picking her way to safety whilst death creeps in from stage right

so i’m guessing the game-makers are targeting/those poor saps psychologists have labeled as “rescuers”

and my inference is that these death-by-inundation scenarios are intended to push those thalamic 🧠 buttons and make the payoff of saving the king or the bear or the girl immediately precede an ad paid for by a charity or an insurance company

but Cripes on a Crutch the REAL inundation/is with all of these distractions benign/or malign

and more and more when i finally exit the Scrabblesque game i have been inveigled to play

i feel relief that i have escaped the piranha