The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

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he's no musician
those aren't love songs he wrote
they're computer program notes
I slipped away in the nanosecond
it took him to blink

he doesn't know what hit him
maybe a floppy disk
falling from the sky
then again, it could've been
a hard drive

someone needs to hit his system reset button
it ain't me
some other girl can pickup
his dropped parity bit
or worry if everything she says
is word perfect

I've been through his disk drive wringer
probed by his oscilloscope
and had my best chips blown

now I'm sitting by my abacus
a smile on my lips
he can count me out
no modem's attached to my phone

drop me a line in pencil or ink
when you're powered down
then we can backspace delete
alt control home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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