Busy Bee

When the tile crease become too crowded;
Crums of tallying out your tries
Find their way itched into your soles,
grease laps the tongue of your feet –
Just to remind you of where you are.

When insignificant beeps drown your drums;
Colour coded squares gleam at you
Through a screen not so unique,
Did you ever stop to think about it –
the words and numbers temporarily flashing?