Made Up Songs on a Laptop

by Fred Aiken

shiny tokens made by madmen late into the night with feverous dreams of riches

beyond the scope of comprehension or understanding or even reality,

while teeming with bulging eyes staring at blue screens into the early morning,

blood shot,

juiced up,

ready to press Start, Pause,

then Rewind

to a beginning when it all made sense, then redacted for the sake of posterity