Grandiose Gestures, Futile Drivel
'Leave me @peace.com', my nephew cried,
'Or @least let me sleep
Using my built-in ROM, of course,
With Intel inside
The gleaming case, so sleek and spare,
The beeps, it sleeps,
The nanoseconds of its time
Are not to be taken lightly
Dot comma - semicolon surely
But neologism always creeps:
Like moss o'er pentimento
The screensavers march
My nephew was beyond all network help
His web-cam tangled 'round his scrawny,
Though that's a word you will not fathom,
John Malcovich is down with Laudi
That son of a brother is crazy 'bout 'puters
He sleeps in bytes
(The instruments of his torture)
And wrestles silently with his server
| Contributors: | Apsley, P, Steve, B, dan, Beefy, dan & d', Calypso, spawn of rippy. |
| Poem finished: | 16th January 2002. |