Just a Train Set (Sunday Sonnet)

Just a Train Set

The trains that run around the track and back
again, they push and shake fake plastic trees.
A hypnotic snake that sways with the ease
and grace of a predators charmful slack.

Will you see when this engine is ready to attack?
These switches and gateways are not as they seem.
A harmful obsession that quiets ill dreams.
The play of a mind that can slip through cracks.

Electronics and chemicals, trips and lines.
An excuse to purchase and keep in plain sight.
The fake plastic trees conceal they don't shine.

So, stop at the the crossing, look each way, every time.
The nerd you look down on may well fight.
Explode your dear babies in an unspeakable crime.