(Pronunciation: ones and ohs)
I’m a single one in a binary code;
Life is such, while I am flat
All others are curved.
How I envy the other Os
So uniform in their rows,
Stood together, all very neat
While I’m a blemish on the sheet
Wherever I’m put, I become a divide
Unless they push me to the side
Then it’s obvious I’m an odd one
While the sea of Os goes on and on
If only I could take their shape
And never look so out of place;
Or they could all change into ones
So any difference will have gone.
There surely must be reason for me
To suffer this indignity,
Because it’s dreadfully sad to be alone
Being a single one in a binary code.
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