Their playing with their clocks again
Their playing with their flags
Their saying your mortality
has no more time than lags
Their offering up your screen savers
and offering up your lives
Their praying for your wallpaper
in all the time that thrives
They'll send you little icons
They'll send you your emoji's
You'll wonder if you're still ideal
and not just one more boggie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem