meddling kids with their internet
pop-ups planting jitches in those
unexpected drum /fill up my crevice
moments inevitably doomed to fall
between their terminals of thunder
& the beginnings of the jaundice /
plague its down on hands & hips
& back to feeling aghast my baby
lives on a pop-up page we shudder
tho my slax stained with mustard
tell me sadder tales – its possible
avoid computers made entirely of
mould dont mention mousetraps
in this house a typewriters warm
key tapped a la morse plastique
i dont know french but i louvre
what youre doing with that jim
& please consider joining me for
a snack yes or a mid-morning TV
advertisement you know at least
they dont pop up like some brat
on amyl well i could go on but i
dont want to mention the names
now that my password has been
hijacked by a kid with two brains
Anonymous says:
comment? i mean: what can one say?
Julian
25 September 2004 — 08:12
Sean M Whelan says:
love those last few lines Davey
“dont want to mention the names
now that my password has been
hijacked by a kid with two brains”
ah that kid with two brains huh.
don’t worry his time will come… and it’ll come twice!
26 September 2004 — 14:02