The imagery that I espy
throughout the world that's flying by
is filtered through my quirky eye
and then diffused in ink
at least it used to be before
I turned into a modern boor
employing silicon to store
scenarios I think
and now these little bits of me
composed of bytes are steadily
becoming all I'll ever be
my only active link
I'll leave them on the countertop
or on the floor so you must mop
the only way I'll ever stop
is if you say they stink.
2 comments:
nah, they don't stink....
Thanks Richard, I'll try to keep it clean ;-)
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