Computer Form © Rick Broida/CNET

Frustration

Required to file a detailed form,

government red tape these days,

making detailing the norm.

Searching should make the job easy,

entering the search terms given by voice,

resulting in finding options a breeze.

Carefully selecting past all the ads,

only government websites will do,

others may be scams by the scads.

Arrived at the website with no trouble,

didn't need to sign in and sign up,

only needed the form on the double.

Finally, found the number to call,

had to wait five minutes for an answer,

not too bad, not too bad at all.

With some effort on the website,

the patient woman directed our search.

Found the form we were looking for,

without leaving us in the lurch.

Said thank you and goodbye to download,

the form. Something commonly done,

and not normally a troublesome one.

It was one of those handy, fill-in forms.

Type or dictate entries lickety-split,

the trouble was there were so many,

took a lot of time to do it.

Nearly finished and running out of wit,

after we marked, "not pregnant,"

the damn thing up and quit.

Tried to print the form to fill in the rest.

Tried to save the form to save the best.

But the free Adobe Acrobat would not comply,

asked us to complete the form, and then try.

Finally, in frustration, I took a screenshot,

page by page of the whole damn lot.

My frustration building by the minute,

I printed the pages with nerves shot.

With all of the pages printed and saved,

I quit Acrobat… It asked me to save!

Lo and behold! I could save it now,

but couldn't get past pregnancy,

or print it before, somehow.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

4/25/19

You can read this poem at my website here.