feeding the dragon

there’s an empty file folder
in my computer
it screams at me in binary,
“what have you lately done
for me?”
back to Square One
got to go shopping
pick my brain
every single day, the same
wake up naked, beside a dragon
so relentless in its feed
--I wish I were an
accountant
something to count on
every single day, all the same
I
wish I were an
accountant
to keep track of what
it means