Analogue
In a digital age
Peering out
Through an oxidizing cage..
No self recognition
Under the heavy weather
Perspiration rusts the bars more
As I tear out another feather..
Through the bars
Posts another pay cheque
Payment for poison
That helps me forget..
Spreadsheets
Forecasts
Anylitical data
Music
Writing
Drinking
My downfall and saviour...
Loosing my last marble
In the game of Kerplunk
Words are analogue
Numbers are c***s
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Author:
Syd (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Don't be like that
This was written a long time ago. However it can still reflect the way I feel at times.
Thanks for checking out my back catalogue.
- Syd
It's extensive, good work
The comment was an attempt at a joke, as I am seen as a number. My wife advises I am not funny.
Ha ha! Yes, I get it now. Can't believe I didn't see the connection at first.
- Syd
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