Eric, our illustrious house sitter, arduously tended the bootstrap business, apparently oblivious to the problem. ’Twixt daily grind, 3000+ road miles, phone and wood stove, he
was flat out: 6 weeks, no days off! Hyper-hefty snow came on that mild 2010 winter's coattails - unbelievably heavy, wet, seeking to smash things, collapse things and shatter
all vestiges of human complacency. Understandably worried, Eric clambered up and roof-raked as resident rats gleefully tunneled unfettered, hidden, en-route to munching black-oil rodent magnets.
'oer rays of the sun
so detach from that host:
go out and have fun!
Now that era's data is quickly fading
and gone is the old box with its low rating.
But on its smudged hard drive
once shiny and new
rest snippets of life when troubles seemed few!
'Twas plucked from its berth aboard that gray rig
and still spins - such mirth! And it's only 2-gig!
When spinning thus, it harks to a time
as it bleats an ethereal, sickly whine
that pierces the ears, so tinny and shrill
yet beckons a pace much simpler still.
So what have we learned as the old stuff is spurned?
The faster we move, the quicker we're burned!
MAKE HASTE, e-WASTE!
That good geek friend was at his best
‘til Big ‘C’ forced his biggest test.
Over the phone his speech was slurred
Chilled to the bone, I drank each word.
His chemo ardors had begun
for raging cancer of the tongue
he languished, ashen, at his ranch
wishing the toxic flow could stanch.