Flash Poetry: Terms of Service

In which I am overly concerned with “updated” Terms of Service… and also make a Dragon Age: Inquisition reference.

I’m one of those people who reads the updated Terms of Service

Ever fearful that I might jeopardize everything

By agreeing to ruin

By accepting decimation

My anxiety pushes me forward

Springboarding me into a deluge of legal jargon

I am a goat,

being flung at the walls of the keep

by a madman

bent out of shape

over something, something.

Oh, it hasn’t changed

since March 2016?

Another crisis averted.

You’re welcome.