Here's one I wrote in November, 2012. The Frozen Blogger As I sat down one morning At an Internet café A tattooed bald barista To me these words did say: She said I see that you're a blogger And not just the usual dreck. 'cause nobody but a blogger Wears his flash drive 'round his neck. My lover was a blogger For one of those big dot coms. They paid him next to nothing So he still lived at his Mom's. One evening right on deadline Reviewing garden hose He was just about to send it when His laptop up and froze. He pounded the Escape key And said oh darn, oh fudge He pressed Control and Alt-Delete But the cursor would not budge. He shook that poor computer So hard that he turned pink He turned it off and on again But the blinking thing won't blink. He cursed that cursed cursor Then as a last resort Reached blindly for his smart phone And called up tech support. He called clean through to China Where an expert named Wong Fu Said we've tried everything we know And there's nothing more to do. And so I lost my lover, A victim of high tech. He just sits in his mother's basement. That's my story, here's your check.
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