Less than a listen to the creaking of comeuppance
A wallow in what is, what was, and what’s to be
Is the slight sight of a self induced lamplight
A lit fit of failure to focus but on a convergence
A conceit coined petty
In a pretty penny misunderstanding
of the summing of change,
And the error to bespoke what’s current
for a currency now long and gone bankrupt,
if yet acknowledged as a damned, doomed and done
demarcation
This digital drunk,
this first generation
Bit and Byte hangover,
has over saturated
our circumstance and capabilities,
yet the deluge is now becoming old news,
as episode after episode explodes to suffer
And begins to stutter and sputter a buffer
of just on time sobriety
I’ll drink to that
CYA
AKA
Digital Delusional
