Don't you twats tell me that it is anachronistic to call it 'CD ROM.' Piss orf. DVD player don't scan as well and ruins the metre of my insightful indictment of modern living. This poem stands on it's own merit.
'What is that you are insinuating in my ear Loki? You want me to burn stuff. Not today Loki, I have the midden pit to sort out.'
Don't bugger about with my muse!
CD ROM
Technology rattles in this
house,
Pentium wisdom led by a
blinded mouse.
Nerveless body slumps in awe,
At a plastic finished,
winking, steaming, crackling whore.
Where’s my book? Where’s my
pen?
Not required in this den.
Look to modem and whirring drive,
Supplies all your needs for
your passive life.
No need to think, no need to
move,
Simple pleasures need not
intrude.
Insinuate chips of silicon
lead:
In your guts; inside your
head.
What’s the time? What’s for
tea?
I don’t know, don’t bugger
with me!
Consider answers, one by one,
Come tripping effortlessly
from a CD ROM.
Today, I writ large.
Today, I writ large.
Speaking of CD ROM and Pentium, my posts of late were pixellated at home on an IBM Thinkpad purchased by The Tutor in 1998. It runs Widows 98, has a CD ROM drive AND a 3 1/2 inch floppy drive - and a Pentium III processor! It contains "LOTUS Smart Suite 2000" which is utterly incompatible with Microsoft products. I used "WordPad" to compose my dross and 'saved' the result on a floppy disc which I load into the shop computer using a mobile "Floppy Drive" I plug into the shop computer's USB port!
ReplyDeleteNow that is anachronistic!
ALTC: For once, words fail me.......
ReplyDeleteI am the only person, besides The Tutor, in Pembroke who can write complex spreadsheet programmes using Lotus 1 2 3!
ReplyDeleteALTC: Indeed, I am in your thrall. Take me now, bouncy, bouncy.
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