I Found a Mystery Egg

I am a prisoner
of Farmville,
trapped in walls
of colored bales
so coins and levels
can speed the deed
of harvesting plants,
and trees,
and God help me,
a hundred chickens.

You know my torture,
know my level,
my quest
for the next upgrade.

‘Till log in issues
temporarily stop
harvesting gifts
off my Live Feed.

So Tech Gods
solve the bug
sending farmers swarming
to their diamond dirt,
as the Devil seeds
a greedy need
for a hundred neighbors.

No more.

I have sold my farm,
chicken by chicken,
my voluntary commitment
for a Farmville detox.

I will be a prisoner
no more.