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.