False Accounting Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

They took his numbers,
Didn't fulfill his order,
Somewhere the routing was rerouted
Now all he carries are restrictions,
The ugly side of information
Stay informed, they say they'll let you know, maybe even see & hear,
Don't touch, can't swallow,
Every heartbeat is another chance at false accounting
Searching the paperwork,
They can't find him in their system,
He's been digested and full of overdose
Locked out, forgetting what is the key,
Lacking a match, left out in the cold,
The raw data is a cold caretaker, so take care, and they are very sorry