Another day just flew by.
My passion is muted by the sheer volume of
Words like ‘task’, ‘mechanism’, and ‘structure’.
Creativity has no room to blossom in an environment
Where words are replaced by acronyms and abbreviations.
How could a poem possibly dribble out
Of a day that started and ended with
Trying to figure out the code of someone who didn’t want to document it,
But figured you could follow the pointer to the meaning of their madness?