The Internet is out again
so a poem I will write.
I hope it isn’t out for long
or I’ll be writing through the night.

I can’t imagine what I’ll do
without my ISP,
and no pop ups, spam or junkmail
left to bother me.

The games I play will have to wait,
and the email I would send,
the one where that chimpanzee
scratches his rear end.

My messenger sits idle
no contacts can I see,
I wonder if they’d like to talk
on the telephone with me.

Without the Weather Network
how will I ever know,
what climate will await me
if outside I do go.

Banking online’s not an option,
no connection keeps it hidden.
And of course no Gee Dee EBay means
for me there’ll be no biddin’.

Should I push away from my desk,
go outside and call some friends
Or go upstairs and see my wife,
and with my daughter play pretend.

I think the answer’s simple,
and now I realize
That family, friends and life itself
Really is the prize.




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