Feed

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Since I got this smarter phone,
I have less time to read,
unless, of course, I count my time
spent reading through my feed.
They call it that, don’t you know,
because it eats your brain.
You are feeding your feed now.
I bet you can’t refrain.

Round the Clock

posted in: daily poem, Poem Diem 2015, poetry, work | 0

You were working,
I was sleeping,
You were earning,
I was keeping
track of everything at home.
Yesterday, I brought home bacon,
but you, my love, were barely here.
When you come home from work today,
the sound of bacon will fill your ears.

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