Donald Meikle Poet Light Verse

Pays Hunch

tiz the old fashioned way of composing 
with paper and comfortable pen 
longhanded words writ with feeling 
as old fashioned habits kick in 
I'd like to be on my computer 
Alas an impossible place 
Some hacker has rendered it useless 
A jerk I can't see face to face 

There'll come time that it really won't matter 
as new situations arise 
the fabric of memory will tatter 
like forgotten political lies 
But back in the day when my temper held sway 
I'd be toasting his early demise 
By finding a technical way 
of whacking a hacker in play 

So I'll sit back and wait 
for sweet lady Fate 
To waltz on his grave in delight 
it's sweet consolation 
that knowing sensation 
his indiscrimination 
will step on a nerd redneck's feet 
who will take up the cause 
to make him hit pause 
then control alternate and delete

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