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| Edgar Allan Poe | |
| By Sinnerman_Pfank | ||||||||||
| 27 August 2007 | ||||||||||
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I recall the day so clearly, while I slumbered, or so nearly O’er many an e-mail sent to vex or bore While I grumbled nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping As of someone vainly tapping, tapping at my office door "'Tis a colleague" I muttered "tapping at my door" "Only this and nothing more" As the tapping turned to grinding, I looked down and, thus, finding Finding 'twas my computer with a fatal flaw! Technology of trust so certain, had in fact gone for a Burton A Burton of such distortions, proportions a Ludite would deplore In fact, enough to chill them to the core "%*&!!&* hell", I eloquently swore There I sat in deep depression, accompanied by regression Regression to a state a toddler would deplore “IT support!” I mumbled, snapping, all the while ‘phone keys tapping Tapping now to speak to those who gave advice like it were law "And currently residing" I spluttered "on some distant shore" "Only this and nothing more" A voice then I heard so callous, dripping like some poisoned chalice With such malice that it at my soul did gnaw There I listened now resigning with willingness to live declining Listened to clearly not the sharpest knife in the drawer; "You are in our queue" it uttered "of at least a score"… And likely many more Then beside me came a whirring, with my hopes of rescue stirring Stirring at the site of files I thought I'd see no more There upon my desktop, briefly, appeared my documents or chiefly Chiefly of broad description, with encryption, I thought I'd lost before Lost and thought to never see no-more My heart leapt at the hopeful site I saw Quickly I a disc inserted, before the useless thing reverted Reverted to the broken state I'd seen before Optimism replaced my feeling of suspending myself from the ceiling As the precious files transferring, whirring, slowly found a safer store "Let this work" I prayed "and I will ask for nothing more" "Only this and nothing more" But as the transfer slowly winding, battled with the system's grinding Grinding slowly on despite my efforts to implore At a moment I'd not have chosen, suddenly the screen was frozen Frozen such that no fire of Hades could even hope to thaw Perspiration now oozed from my every pore Paralysis and perspiration. Nothing more. Percussive maintenance applying, accompanied by wails and crying Crying at my lost 200 gigabytes, or more Words of encouragement I offered, further maintenance I proffered Proffered even though my fist was now quite sore Yet all injustices oh so regally I bore Then there came a tapping at my door. ….to be continued
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