The Clouds

Read the poem in the clouds.

I look to the clouds
that I cannot see
and yet imagine
it is like
The Simpsons clouds
all fluffy and white
filled with benign
000’s and 111’s endlessly
mingling in the data sky
filled with meaningful
and trivial
primped perfect pillows
data mined by
golden companies ogling
amazing rewards hereon
and every byte
of the apple
facing our future
like a book filled
with 
micro soft and
pregnant perfect pillows
until one day it rains
the clouds emptying
data droplets to make
puddles on the ground
or simply
weeping pillows
evaporating to become
a meaningless jumble
of irrelevancy
for the future.
@theozgreenman