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…