Internet Woes

Gremlins, that’s what the technician said… Faulty technology is what I dread! Glitches untold are hidden by moguls’ gold. But they should correct what the masses are sold. What would it take? What could we make? In a day, in an hour, Working with reliable power… As more work goes online, We’re told all will be fine. But the internet’s down. And the gremlins think I’m a clown. With plenty of time To ponder a rhyme. Then at the end of the day, All the gremlins will say, “Oh, what a thrill we have had… Sorry! Our bad…”