BP :: PJ84

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

I really think that no one is saything nothing
in fact everyone is saying a great deal
It simply means nothing.
yes that is the problem
the need to keep lines of
communication constantly open
has led to them being
forcefully filled iwth cotton
foolish fluffy filth thought
to be mostly harmless however
close exploration reveals
this to be sodium
clogging the arteries and
destroying healthy circulations
the slow down is
caused by human iter
facing with information
maintance some computers
are smarter then some
men. And if we simply
stood aside and let
the blood pump
We would not get our
boots wet.
To cleanse the cotton
we need needles of
decisive Action. Winos
with fierce forcips willing
to remove the clog
and flush the system
with out loosing htem
selves in the fear that
they foo will be
flushed.

This theory may not be unique – I may be able to base it
on eternal thought of
classic scholars, yogis, and
gurus – yet that will
give it no more
merit – it shall meerly
clog the system
going the other way.
the life you lead
The job you perform
shall alwys get done
probably in less time if
you were not there
slowing down the flow
of information by creating
ripples – ripples formed by
the force of your two
cents.
Wow when one tires
of waiting on hold it
generally means that one
has it more minutes
to hold – of course the
realization that you
will never catch your
operators name or number
when they come on the line
further complicates the telesis
of effective information
flow the interface between
you and the machine
is being clogged by
a rock wrapped in cotton
a large rock chained to
rules less changing then
gravity pre einsteinian
relativeless lumps of
shit that thrivve on
human anger and suffering
wraith wraith wraith
I name you Hold button
sapper of wills!
confustion prince!
Diety of Decline!
Forever challange the
bounds of infinite patience
prespective fast food
Employee!
Hold Line!
Fear of Function!
Eternal time gag!
Easily excused, oft
forgotten ne’er do
well.
Inventor be damned
Grahm Bell I know
thy name and shall
soon seek thee out
Bank pay pay pay
As I call you prime
time to insure that
you pay the highest
rates for my out of
zone calls
With 1/2 this book
a filled I shall
band up and try
back back back
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