Syd

Caged

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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