by Michael Shaeffer Wilson
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One day on the sixth floor
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When the doors will not open,
When the faucets do not run;
When game machines reject tokens,
Then technology is no longer fun.
Computer software incomprehensible,
Instructions run you in circles;
Tech support is reprehensible,
Repairs mishandled by some jerk.
You turn the car key, nothing clicks,
Hulk of steel, plastic, rubber is dead;
Battery, starter or the newfangled chips,
Which failing component has you seeing red?
Furnace quits, then the house gets cold,
Lights go out, better check breaker box;
These constant tech glitches getting old,
Frustrated enough to break some rocks!
Our modern servant that is technology,
Oft-times seems like a comedic tradgedy.
(c) 2004 MSW