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.

(c)alan bailward march 1997

(note: I do tech support for a living, I'm not mad)