Copywriter by day, writer by night
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Priceless Pictures, MP3s,
A million documents -
Excel sheets, half-finished blogs,
Now just a figament.
Prayers, epithets, run their course,
Rave, rant, fume!
The blue screen stolidly informs:
Backups!! We clutch at straws.
But we can't reap what we don't sow.
Our last available backup
Is dated six months ago.
Books never betray us thus;
Pets seldom offend.
But technology stabs us in the back,
While pretending to be a friend.
We'll blow on our burned fingers,
We'll feign a calm zen.
And while the darned laptop's being fixed,
We'll rediscover paper and pen.
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