The Internet Hamster
Jun 07 '02
The Bottom Line For all those who spend just a bit too much time talking about writing ...I present to you the first, last and only poem I've ever written.
Like a hamster or a mole
Quite content here on my own
I’m buried deep inside my hole
Don’t even feel alone
Sure, outside the sun shines brighter
But I can not be bothered
Cause after all I am a writer
Who many stories fathered
Oh, I have friends, a chosen few
I’m social many times a day
We chat about the things we do
The electronic way
Yes, even down here in my nest
I found a way to surf the net
And do believe it is the best
For effective writers’ chat
Back and forth we send our stuff
That we may praise and bash it
Just finding time is kind of tough
For the moment, let me stash it
Day in day out, warmed by the stories
On which I park my rear,
I tend to everybody’s worries
And they to mine, how dear
Much better than the world outside
Where fox and cat await
And with the order forms on site
No need to play their bait
A bag of nuts for just a buck
Two fifty and they ship
Within my nest I hear the truck
... four dollars after tip
Everything comes to my place
My food, my friends, my life
It gives me time to set my pace
To reach the fame for which I strive
And so I chat and surf and share
Dot com net and slash
When suddenly - too much to bear
The dreaded, painful crash
A silent screen, I swear it mocks
While friends await my chatter
Whom ask for help? The cat? The fox?
My enemies... no matter
Help must be drawn the fastest way
So out the hole I flee
And as I hit the light of day
My dear! What do I see?
The fields that used to touch the sky
No longer are they there
Buildings instead, miles and miles high
In utter shock I stare
The fox? He died long time ago
I missed the wake, oh, I regret
But work and mail and ... well, you know
Right now, no time to sweat
But what is this across the square?
Right there a grocery store?
You mean I could have shopped right there?
Instead of paying more?
Well, truth be told, without a cause
I’d never left my place
For bread or ham, spaghetti sauce
Who has the time these days?
For a moment here I ponder
Indulge in my own sermon
But what is this I see up yonder?
A little flying vermin?
My! It is me ... my little soul
That leaves this earth - I’m getting dizzy
You mean I’m dead and didn’t know?
Well, sorry, I was busy
The stories people sent to me
Still unreviewed back in my nest
I scurry back and ... ooops! I see
They’re slightly crumbled and quite messed
Maybe I spent much more time
Chatting with my friends
Than working on the tasks of mine
I have to make amends
I grab the papers in a frenzie
Yikes! Sticky! I zip through
Here’s the one from Ms. McKenzie
But Death yells that I’m overdue
I cry, I scream, and whine and wail
My little feet stuck in the air
Don’t take me yet, just one more mail!
I’ll send it bulk, I swear!
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