Lost In Translation

7 million things, lost in translation each day,

An analog being, being digitalized each day.

When the nimbostratus cloud meets the triangular hill on the wayward side,

A moderate drizzle of tear-shaped drops hits with a splatter, with a tint of acid, dyed.

Busy as a bee, cunning as a wolf, sly as a fox, fat as a pig,

Lion lives in a den, dog in a kennel; bird live in a nest built of leaves and twig.

Muddy brown, jet black, penetrating blue and exquisite green eyes,

Megalomaniac, deceitful, whimsical, shrewd, hot-tempered: dare you, your nature, defy!

Weasleys are poor, British Monarchy is rich,

All Scrooges are misers and karma is a bitch.

Oh Taxonomy, how long is thy list?

Apologist, Sophist, Orthodontist, Cardiologist, Symbolist?

Do shabby clothes make me look like a beggar?

Or bloodshot eyes deem me fit, to drive through people’s heart, a dagger?

In these somber times, when death is defined by a flat curve,

Dig deeper man, discover in those lost bits and bytes, vivacity and verve…