Foraging (Poem)

Foraging
by Rob RoperĀ  Sept 4, 2018

The caveman
woke each morning
and set out
foraging for food.

So I
wake each morning
and tap plastic buttons
sending words through the air
and through wires
in return for food.

Nothing’s changed.

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