I’m Sorry for Your Loss, a little fun poem for a dreary Friday
I walk the streets, the tunnels deep,
Where ads scream loud, yet fail to keep
A way to click, a path to buy—
No QR code? I wonder why?
I’m sorry for your loss.
Above the shops, the skyline bright,
Your message beams in neon light,
But where’s the scan to seal the deal?
Missed conversions—how’s that feel?
I’m sorry for your loss.
The Underground, a captive crowd,
Yet still no way to scan? Out loud—
I sigh and think of all that spend,
Wasted reach that fails to send.
I’m sorry for your loss.
From screens to prints, the world moves fast,
A simple code—just make it last.
The future calls, but you ignore—
No engagement? Shut the door.
I’m sorry for your loss.
The moral of the story, is this: Forget the code, forget the conversion, forget the revenue. It's your funeral.
