Retro Sunday - Tech Poetry

Just for fun, a couple of poems written in the throws of tech support hell around 1997.

The Lusers My Life

The lusers, my life
their questions so dumb.
Their babbling I'd stop,
if I only had a gun.

My work is so sad,
and never gets done.
I live in a dungeon,
and never see the sun.

Alt-Q! Ctrl-Enter!
these keys the must remember.
Yet they call and they call,
brains the size of an ember.

The phone rings again,
I answer, in strife.
I wish they'd all die,
the lusers, the lusers, my life.

And a Haiku...

Ode to the Phone Embedded in My Ear

Glued, to my pained ear
it's the source of all my strife
the phone, I hate it

Hope you enjoy my pain of years past.... The sad thing is my insanity hasn't changed all that much. Hmm...