A small poem about online accounts.

A pin for this and a pin for that
Codes, passwords for accounts everywhere
I keep a book now and jot them down
For me alone and not to share
Hotmail, Gmail, Facebook and WordPress
And for the many where I forget the address
ATM machines, a work security pass
All these numbers and pins which we all amass
What does it mean for the human condition?
If we can’t remember our number
It means we get no admission.

Written, 3rd September 2014.

Online accounts.

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