MY INTERNET IS UNSTABLE (1100 South Ocean Boulevard)
The morning came with darkness, blacker than coca cola The operating system is broken, with things I could have told you The bandwidth is too narrow to handle all the traffic The system crashes, engulfed in ashes indict as pornographic The electrons move in unison, choreograph the recital The browser changes protocol, depending on the title The hypertext is underlined to transport all the readers But the server crashes every time, with all the crap we feed her Launder through the websites, falsify domains Do I need a new device, upgraded software or a weathervane Reboot the whole damn system, with a parchment guarantee Investigate, litigate incarcerate will be the rule of threes
Loved the ‘parchment guarantee’, which I read as a caution against relying too heavily on antiquated strictures. Enjoyed the poetic form, too.
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