Information is hot air
it swells your head like a balloon
and you run around trying not to pop
blowing up loudly in the end
only to be heard by a true friend
This is me on Friday night while out with a buddy. Me filled with lots of new info, spilling it to him, but my head bursts and he hears it.. but still doesn't care.. haha.
Awesome poem! I enjoyed it from the beginning to the end. Also, the photo.. did you take that or manipulate something? very neat!
I feel you hahaha, to the rest of the world the blockchain is just alien.
The image is a vector free from attribution I got from Pixabay. Don't know the author since I just download those stuff and keep them in the computer until I want to use them.
Glad you enjoyed the poem, thank you for stopping by :)
awesome. It fit perfectly with your poem!