Three A.M. on an Old Computer
Three A.M. on an Old Computer
Instead of stars and ‘tygers bright’
A winking cursor’s burning right
Through my head,
Flashing - laughing in frenzied flight
Amuck in these cells of graphic site.
Will no one pity my manic plight?
I’m dead!
And the computer obliged.
It died.
Oh, bloody hell! I was only joking.
jab..jab… smack…bang...
Black - blank - black blank - blank black -
No noise -
Nothing.
The quiet of the dead.
I was ONLY JOKING!
You… INARTICULATE PIECE OF TIN!
I have to get this report IN by eight o’clock.
Tomorrow MORNING!
You UNDERSTAND!
YOU MISERABLE HUNK - of - of - of - JUNK!
Too bad.
Be careful what you wish for.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Isobel
Wed 9th Sep 2009 22:30
You cannot be serious Graham!!! Thankfully you're not or Cynthia might have thrown her tennis racket or mouse at you. Have just read your comments on Cynthia's profile - you are naughty but funny. Nice one Cynthia. x