SONG OF ANALOG MAN
Don't blog.
Sing in analog.
Log-off in space.
Wasted time!
In machine rhyme.
Holding data in your face.
Past, heart shaped locket.
Present, gear and shinny sprocket.
Pendulum stops in place.
Time machine,speaks tick-tock.
Strings and loops, in quantum flick-flock.
Trying to save the human race.
What's the pattern,
what's the fear?
To everything that
we hold dear.
Endless stream of
one and zip.
Baked...
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