I'm posting two from January 2009. The first is of the genre "Computer blues." I liked cataloging (my job in the library), but sometimes you just couldn't get anything done. The application was down or construction workers had cut a line somewhere or China had hacked the university. So I might turn to brain exercise (poming) on a piece of scratch paper. It was a bit obsessive for a while, thus the second one (genre: obsessive?)
I'd be working if my machine would (1/27/09)
I'm drawn, it seems, to the absurd,
especially when my eyes are blurred.
Technology that moves so slow
reminds me of Cur-ly and Moe.
I've not quite Larry yet forgot,
he was the one was very hot?
The stream of conscious, maybe "un-"
is how I have most of my fun.
Nic nic, I burble, and tee hee;
But work, machine! that is my plea.
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UNCLE!! (1/5/09)
Slogging, jogging, down the page,
word by word is how it's wage(d),
Pome and lim'rick, brick by brick,
When you read them, you feel sick!
Why's she do this all the time?
All she does it make it rhyme
As for message, what is it?
Being funny, that's the schtick.
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