A CYBER-CURSE ON BANK MANAGERS
Your computer screen will hang when asked for details of my account;
With every re-boot you’ll feel annoyance rise, and frustration mount;
On the fourth attempt, a fatal error message will flash on your screen
And a pus of data will ooze from the drive, the likes of which you’ve never seen.
Just before the meltdown as you’re talking to your favorite millionaire,
You’ll tell him that with this new system his money’s safe in your bank, you swear.
Then just as you hang up, the databank containing me and a squillion others goes poof;
Your life will flash before your eyes and your blood pressure will hit the roof.
Everyone will be screaming it’s backed-up, don’t worry, head office has masters
But a cyber curse makes every day hiccups into major disasters
My overdraft, which began as a problem of momentous proportions
Will disintegrate as easily and quickly as your favourite millionaire’s fortunes.
And as the cyber curse destroys the pages of history files that record my debt
One final explosion delivers the unkindest blow yet
It’s Armageddon worse than any terrorist or extra terrestrial invasion
Then the cyber curse will see that all your customers are equal in the equation
The cyber curse, having repaid my debt and every cent of interest owing
Will do the same for all those who have suffered like me, and leave nil balances showing
But what of your millionaire and his electronic riches…?
You’ll explain, just before you hang yourself that all new systems have glitches.