Unprotected
My hard drive groans
I need protection...please!
I thumped started it
and a trojan or two
galloped right through
the disk drive spluttered
malicious object!
and triggered more malware
to yank my hair
Oh the names I have called
when the printer stalls
I think they spy on us
and give me viruses
screen freeze fun
U R L to run
is there no way to detect
the purpose of such objects?
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Your Middle English couldn't fix it, neither could Chaucer be of help, I guess...
So I suggest you use Mac and be protected forever after!
A nice spontaneous modern verse!
Mac mae ne'er fellen
thogh myn herte chaunteth
wan ye pynchen at
myn poetry!
lol
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
aha! this I understand much better; and myn herte chaunteth too!Originally Posted by Delta40
See if you can get hold of Don Paterson's latest collection 'Rain' (which won the UK Forward Prize in 2009), in which there's a poem called 'Song for Natalie 'Tusja' Beridze' who makes leftfield electronic music. Your poem reminded me of that, although Paterson's is more OTT. An extract from his poem reads:
For I would have all your plug-ins run in real-time, in the blameless zero-latency heaven of the 32-bit floating-point environment, with no buffer-glitch or freeze or dropout or lag;
and yes, that is copied verbatim. It's very tongue-in-cheek - see if you can get a copy and read it all.
I liked your poem as well - you seem to have an appealingly restless desire to be creative with language. Don't lose that, but see if you can tidy up the poetry side of things and you'll be on to a winner.
I love the good natured humor of this; I imagine all of us can relate to infuriating computer problems. I had my HD, motherboard, and video card all fail once within 3 months of each other and all 3 times I had to ship it across state to get it fixed. The wonderful "convenience" of the digital age, indeed.
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being." --Carl Gustav Jung
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due." --Neil Gaiman; The Sandman Vol. 4: Season of Mists
"I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" --The Proclaimers
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