An ode to human barnacle


Oh human barnacle, I see thee lying there
Dose times passage rush by you
Or is your patience rare

Do days streak by
We humans just a blur
Whilst in your IPads snare
Or does your patience measure time
by inches growth of hair.

I find great comfort knowing
That if I travel this great world
Returning grey, with youth removed
We could pick up where we left off
For you will not have moved

I love thee little barnacle
And if that’s what you wish to do
Move your punk ass over
So I can hang with you

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