Computer Cries: a Sonnet / by Brian Kunde

Computer Cries: a Sonnet
by Brian Kunde

Oh hearken and give ear to the great wail,
The kindly boon of our administration:
The sounds within our workspace all go pale
Beside its great, unceasing, ululation.
They must believe we haven't much maturity,
Or that we lust to steal our equipment;
And so to our computers, for security,
They've glued alarms. It seems they had a shipment.
These holler out whenever something's moved,
And can't be silenced sans the combination.
The slightest bump will set one off. It's proved
A source of utter, absolute frustration.
O would a pestilence would take the twerp
Who first conceived of making hardware chirp!

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Computer Cries: a Sonnet

Originally published in
SUL News Notes, Vol. 2, no. 2, Jan. 15, 1993.

1st web edition posted 12/27/1995.
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