Binary

Poem By Warren Augustus de Guzman

Numbers on the counter
In the gym,
On the scale,
On the box of cereal,
On the wall,
On the pale,
On the passing funeral,
In the desk,
In my head,
In the financial journal,
On the door,
On my phone,
On the stinking urinal,
In the code,
On the spot,
On the high tribunal,
In my pants,
On my shirt,
On the company annual,
In my hair,
On the stairs,
On directions cordial,
In the code,
In this rhyme,
In these words, scramble.

Comments about Binary

a favourite saying of mine is i beg to be different, that is why i like this poem because you are different your not afraid to be different Warm regards AJS


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