Systems down, systems drown.
Worship the geek, polish his crown.
Systems to buy, systems to sell,
But who threw them down my well?
Spreadsheets and mail, graphics and ware,
Managers cowed and hunched with care,
Word and access, Explorer and 'Fox,
With logic defining every paradox.
Giving commands to the master of us all,
Only to be mocked by a firewall.
Talk about the net, surfing or browsing-
Unless its porn, you'll find us drowsing.
Processing words and publishing screens,
Talking chips and murderous greens;
Who drowned the system? 'Twas some nut,
Trying to outsource his data glut.
Licensing software protects your rights,
Like the poor protected by *Men in Tights.
Systems minimizing human intervention,
The death of all thought and invention.
Welcome to the world of the virtual,
A time for sharing, not getting physical,
Windows popping as the confusion grew,
My well, down,
That system,
Farting,
Threw,
Who?!
*Men in Tights refers to Robin Hood and his merry band of robbers, who used to steal from the rich (especially Evil Prince John). This reference is taken from the title of the movie "Robin Hood - Men in Tights", an old movie that is a spoof of the original version.
Brilliant Poem, your style is fantastic, you should consider writing as a career option because you have content, flair, style and some degree of conviction in your writings. Give it a thought :)
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