When I visited myself in the year 2071 Instead of having to find a different tie for work everyday I had just given up and cut a tie shape out of my beard. Genius.
Words and pictures (c) D. Archer. November 2015.
No one will remember my words
this I firmly guarantee;
They won’t be mulled
by future school children;
they won’t be subject to study;
Knowing my luck
Google will die next week
my life and words of love
confined to the cosmic file
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011