The Internet HamsterJun 07 '02 Write an essay on this topic.
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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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