Stuck In The Matrix With You..

by Paul Hirst

As i glimpsed my reflection in the mirror all i
saw was binary, my face a mass of numbered code as was my clothes and finery.
You called my name and I turned to you ,expecting to see your sweet face, but all I saw looking back was string of numbers in your place.

Mad? methinks or too much time sitting at my computer,
which, by the way, is all ones and zeros, as is my wireless router.
"Whats up Dear", you said to me, or at least thats
what I thought, but all i saw come out your mouth, was ones and a string of naught's.

And as you rose and walked to me and reached
out for my hand, our wedding rings became
entwined and we became Broadband..