I sit in a spreadsheet day and night

With no ability to put up a fight

Surrounded by captors, alone and scared

With no diversion, waiting to be squared

I’m not even offered a drink or a smoke

A bite to eat, or a can of coke

You’d think these would be easy to assure

For the many indignities that I endure

It’s particularly unpleasant

After a bad situation

Like when they insist

On adjusting me for inflation

My brothers and sisters are a tab away

They comfort me when my mind goes astray

Although it’s not certain how they’ll be treated

I just learned that one of them got deleted

It isn’t possible

For me to see them

So close yet so far

I still adore them

I dream of a life that’s far from here

With no accident, calendar, or policy year

Where I won’t be mistreated, reported, unpaid

Trended, developed, capped or dismayed

Walk a mile in my shoes

Then maybe you’d see

The hopeless dreamer

Longing to be free

If you could truly feel my sorrow

The burden that comes with tomorrow

Then perhaps you could untangle

How it feels to be a loss triangle