Shit poetry Day 45
I sent a vibe, like a calendar ping,
Subtle, but with a marching band ring.
What came back? A tab left open,
A “noted” nod. Emotion? Token.
So I held a meeting with my snacks,
Drew conclusions on Excel tracks.
Is effort rare, or just well-camouflaged?
Asking for a friend. Who may be sabotaged.
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