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by Aimee Lamb
Help me send my e-mail
Without the screen
Causing me to scream
“Don’t freeze or fail -
Me now!”
You save a file
In your endless pit.
You have no guile.
“Incorrect, not enough URLS”
Your computer hurls.
And you, once so stalwart and brave
That now are driven to an overflowing grave
Of files, attachments, letters and such
That your machine’s entrails now clutch,
Are forever lost on that journey to oblivion
With no help coming from techno magician...
“The number for technical support is now at eight”
Leaving you in direst strait...
Do you hang up or wait?
Do you switch drives and forever lose
Or do you wait and patiently snooze?
Only to be woken up with a jolt -
You’ve been disconnected by a dolt!
The journey’s nearing its destiny As you call out to every known deity,
#*!%@#&!! You scream and pound
But you are just a disjointed sound;
The Gods of Cyberspace don’t relate
To one who never made the starting gate. The Fates have now decreed - too late
You are the victim of your fate.
The screen is dark, the muse departed,
So here you sit broken-hearted.
It’s now back to the rusty servant of yore -
The typewriter -
That you swore -
To use - never more!
Aimee Lamb - 1999
