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Oh hearken and give ear to the great wail,
The kindly boon of our administration! All other workplace noises go pale Before its great, unceasing ululation! Could we be reckoned lacking in maturity, Replete with lust to steal our equipment? Guess so; to our computers, for security, They’ve glued alarms. It seems they had a shipment. These siren off whenever something’s moved, Unsilenceable sans the combination. The slightest bump will set one off. It’s proved A symphony of constant consternation. O would a pestilence would take the twerp Who first conceived of making hardware chirp! |
Computer Cries
from
Bibliotec(hnic)a : Poems,
Sep. 24, 2013.
An earlier version appeared in
SUL News Notes,
v. 2, no. 2, Jan. 15, 1993.
1st web edition posted 5/15/2015.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
1993-2014 by
Brian Kunde.