The truth is

You sign up to Linkedin
because
you like to poke
your nose in
to other people’s business.

I’m in Linkedin,
I clocked in
got
locked in
and now I’m
thinking of how to
get out.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.

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Epicentre October 28, 2020
Jailed October 27, 2020
On the wrong frequency October 27, 2020
The Doctor will see you now October 27, 2020
Mariner October 26, 2020
240 alternating October 26, 2020
On point October 26, 2020
Ccccc, not Ovid the Roman October 25, 2020
Man in a doorway 2020 October 25, 2020
Routines October 24, 2020
The little house on the edge of the praire October 24, 2020
What else can go Friday October 23, 2020
The end of the tether October 22, 2020
Numbers October 21, 2020
The cuckoo clocks October 21, 2020
Better than this October 20, 2020
Motive and method October 20, 2020
Blue ashes October 20, 2020
The best things October 18, 2020
Saturday came but where did it go? October 17, 2020
Chaos October 17, 2020
Black Maria October 16, 2020
What can go wrong? October 16, 2020
Talking to Cochise October 15, 2020
Autumn October 14, 2020
Dead reckoning October 14, 2020
20th Century Flocks October 14, 2020
Some Wednesday October 14, 2020
Double act October 13, 2020
Humbugs October 12, 2020
…and October 11, 2020
Off Broadstreet October 11, 2020
Currently October 11, 2020
When the light pokes through October 11, 2020
Freeing the radicals October 10, 2020
Some of my best friends October 10, 2020
Building tombs October 10, 2020
The track laughs last October 10, 2020
Birthday honours October 10, 2020
From the positi=ve terminal October 10, 2020
The scrap merchant October 10, 2020
Landings October 9, 2020
The real Friday October 9, 2020
mad Yankee? October 8, 2020
The six -o -clock news October 8, 2020
Puffs October 8, 2020
Pear shaped October 7, 2020
Within us October 6, 2020
Pumpkin Pii October 5, 2020
All in the mind on a screen near you October 5, 2020
Pouring down town October 4, 2020
The ripples of reflection October 3, 2020
Sad facts October 3, 2020
Trumpets in the background October 3, 2020
The raindrop dodger October 3, 2020
Dried October 3, 2020
Out the other end October 2, 2020
Breathe in, Breathe out.. October 2, 2020
Dreams on rye October 1, 2020
Due process October 1, 2020
When you’re six October 1, 2020
Pick-up line x3 October 1, 2020
Ends. September 30, 2020
Falls on swords September 30, 2020
Choices September 30, 2020
Supper September 29, 2020
Binary bogey September 29, 2020
The earth wire September 29, 2020
Bits and pieces September 29, 2020
Summer September 28, 2020
Barking September 28, 2020
Psych 10 September 28, 2020
Monday’s good too September 28, 2020
Belief September 27, 2020
The passage September 27, 2020
Ashes September 27, 2020
My cross September 27, 2020
…and just as quickly it went September 26, 2020
All change September 26, 2020
The service industry September 26, 2020
Comforts September 25, 2020
The winds blow September 25, 2020
Limited September 25, 2020
This will be a fine day September 25, 2020
Gripe September 24, 2020
The magic box September 24, 2020
New lamps for old standards September 24, 2020
Switching on September 24, 2020
The time may be right September 23, 2020
The Devil and advocate September 23, 2020
one night stands September 23, 2020
In the dream September 22, 2020
Scratch September 22, 2020
Lead weights September 22, 2020
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Clocked September 21, 2020
Exploding brain September 21, 2020
From the commoner and his diary September 21, 2020
All systems go September 21, 2020
Dues September 20, 2020