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. 

Fishing for compliments

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
labelled; “obscurity”.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011