code's own country

he's here
for a living
he looks around
sees zeroes and ones
restless, like electrons
trapped in clogged arteries
of a digital heart

ropes of the noose
that hang around his neck
naphthalene balls and hand driers
that adorn the rest rooms
the low hanging fruits
that rot in the cafe...
anything else brother???

cries
from the laptop's brain
burps
from the card readers
balderdash
erupting from dingy cubicles
oh yeah, he lives
in code's own country !