Small Sentiment

The trend toward the small is making me guess-
Gaslight in tow, to hand me much less
Portable, pocketable, pint-sized, promoted
Puny, pip-squeakish, pretending- pre-noted

The hand-filling rig is suddenly scorned
“Fork gap to big,” the beginner is mourned
The rig should fit you, not the other way ‘round
Let your data be based where the target is found

I see the torquing of wrist and contortion of hand
On the precarious trip to unbalanced land
Tiny be danged, don’t fall for this switch
And fill your hand, you son of a glitch!