Hey, quick footed runner of the Roman gods:
I am asking you
to please, please, pretty please
focus your attention over there,
somewhere else, away
from the capricious sprites
that gleefully manipulate
everything that happens
inside my CPU.
Do not cause them to freeze my display;
nor to thwart my cursor’s ability
to obey my wireless mouse;
nor to weaken the critter’s batteries;
nor to play douse the electron;
nor to play Tower of Babel;
in other words,
do not screw with the mysteries
and magic that happens
in the mist of electrons
that is my computer’s brain.
If you do this for me,
I sincerely promise to memorize
your slogan: “just fast is last.”
Amen
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Fun poem. Found you by searching for NaPoWriMo in twitter posts.
Glad you like it. Just shows what great potential the Internet has for networking. I’ll have a look at your blog.