The Eighties Are Completely Dead
for Steve Roberts
"Blog not lest ye be blogged."
Ye cannot listserve God and mammon
but the 100% Alpaca wool socks
are fifty percent off. Design
your blueprint for real estate
success and help save the Berkeley
landmarks: togas for the killer
whale crowd. The tape rewinds;
the tape gets jammed; I end up
with magnetic tape all over the
floor. Respool with pencil,
will kill for a little sleeping-in.
Remember to plug in the Commodore
54, dance the night away, complain
to the Prime Minister of Japan.
What about the whales? The instant karma
of obsolete technology.
I am sorry if you hate this poem (I do, a little). It is exactly what I am thinking, and you are right -- I am completely scatterbrained.
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