Published: 01 Sept 2017 › Updated: 01 Sept 2017
FOMO - a short poem
I found myself alone in a dark wood,
Without friend, or fire, or private keys:
The treetops echoed with rumours of yesterday's token sales
And the other animals talked quietly in hushed and guilty groups
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