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Exasperated Inc

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Exasperated Inc

I’ve read your status updates
And admit I’m frazzled
Your mind reads like a puzzle
I’m running behind

Much uncovered 
But nothing discovered
Subtle signals. Clever optics 
Quit these tactics
I need time to recover

Some portend collaboration
My approach is one of aberration
Simple policy 
Be more cognitive
Think outside the data bundle
That’s how you solve a riddle
Words in reverberation
We need some moderation

The cumulative logic devastates
Piles of thought sediment
But I’m still a fan 
Your work still speaks to my taste
Every post is a sentiment
Fiction or Fact 
That’s not pertinent 
My ear is an expression of interest
Every sentence is a statement
I take it all in stride
I’m not the one wearing stripes
Every appearance is its own story
And of course
A story within a story
Each of which leaves an impression
Pictures on the walls of memory
Posited for future reference

And every story is intimation
of insinuations, a collection 
of secret inclinations, a betrayal 
of indications, a crowd 
A murder of crows demanding royalties
My job it is to gut and auspicate
A master of cognitive elements

I’m this close
Free to make some inferences
But not at liberty to disclose
Yes, I’m close

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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