Grey Matter

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Dwindling the time
The boy procrastinates in pixels
Assured that he will earn a dime
His grey matter sells like crystals

Armed with numbers and words to sway
The boy asserts the grades with magnificent grace
Ready for work, he enters the fray
A pace to lead a trace, his grey matter shall be his ace

None to rival and zero to come
The boy's place is in a magnanimous database
Not a care about an income
His grey matter belongs to our workplace

The greys become blacks with time
Like a wine, their value increases but their bodies age
He is no longer in his prime
It's time to save and upload. A wire change

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