K8
Aug 28th, 2007
Aug 28th, 2007
D.E.L.L.
Drastic Ending Loser’s Lament
As I stared through windows gray,
Thoughts went wild with sheer dismay.
All keys I tried so cruelly mocked;
The doors were clearly staying locked.
Hair pulled cleanly by the root
Frustration blooms with each reboot-
Shameless threats remaining moot
With every failed three flange salute.
How I wished I’d listened closely!
Should’ve learned what mattered mostly…
Should’ve driven hard to C:
My own infallibility.
What to do?
Life’s interrupted.
My hobby crushed, collapsed,
***corrupted***
Grab a hammer? Smash to vapour?
Start afresh with pen and paper!
Take the lump of Dell back,
Listen to me and don’t slack,
Go online, the fast track,
And buy a brand new shiny Mac.
Whence crashes will no longer ire,
And reboots will cease to tire,
Once out of the dark Windows mire,
Allow the Mac to light your fire.
…I’ve run out of rhyming stuff. Just buy a mac!
Dad will fix it
Emergency ended
Love for his K8 looks
Loike it will have to be mended
I had to use my driving licence, cause I don’t have a poetic one!
Corrupted and you decide to write verse? You are a special person.
Nicely done.
[...] person. Her verse doesn’t reveals some rage that most of us would feel, but also rather the mournful wail and the pathetic revelation that we can’t blame anybody [...]
What’s done is done,
It can’t be fun.
Put on your shorts…
Go take a run.
A quality bit of verse K8. Excellent. Jaysus you’re a poet and I didn’t know it. I have a lot of Windows Haiku poems around my desk.
Haiku: Japanese poetry of three lines. 1st line 5 syllables, 2nd line 7 and third line 5. In some of them may you find solice.
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone
Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
And my own little personal mantra (only for the true techies)
C:\DOS
C:\DOS RUN
RUN DOS RUN
Lads and ladies; I’m overbowled by the creativityness sparked off here! It’s brung a tear to my I.
“C:\DOS
C:\DOS RUN
RUN DOS RUN”
heh heh
Do you have that printed on a teeshirt like on the Simpsons?
(With obligatory breast pocket for calculators)
Lovely poesy, K8. It took me so long to learn to write at the desk top rather on paper first and now I’m hooked and can’t compose anything on paper. Evil!
Yup! Worst tee-shirt ever!!!
Yaya . . your back!
you’re . . .(three words and I can’t even get them right! What chance poetry?)
There is no place like
127.0.0.1
Brianf - you’re a soppy sappy gunslinger and a geek! (but I luvs ya!)
I’m back, and at the same time I’m not back. Reality keeps knocking on my door and I’m doing my best to ignore it but it’s very persistent. I’m still trying to let it know tactfully that it’s not welcome here.
I can’t wait to move house.
I have a crap computer,a blue screen’s all I see
It makes me want to stand up, and cover it in pee
But that would be quite dangerous,a shock no doubt in store
So instead I’ll pull my hair out, and lie screaming on the floor.