To the difficult

Again, while I know maybe 1 or 2 people are reading this, I would encourage you to tell you colleagues, co-workers, inmates, 'partners' to feel free to submit their work place poem. It can be mad, sad, funny, stupid, profane or prophetic....whatever --- I've started it because getting mad is both neccessary and let's face it a fact of our vocational life. How we deal with the anger and how long we hold on to it is up to us (yes, thank you, I've been watching Oprah). My poems right now often focus on anger - they are dumb, but they stop me from being angry at various things/people. So, if that works for you. DO IT - don't get mad - get poetic.

To the Difficult:

It is said that you can catch more flies with honey

But if you pour vinegar on them, you can kill a fly pretty easily 

Flies loves honey, and vinegar is only good on french fries

So how do you decide if someone is a fly or a fry?

In order to decide if one is a fly or one is a fry one must have a very keen eye

And a keen eye is hard to come by - I tell you no lie

So whether your dealing with a fly or a fry

And if you're trying to decide which condiment should apply

It is best to remember that with too much of one dressing

All insects, plants, food and animals will eventually die

And then you wil have no one to curse - as they will have all waved goodbye.

To the Internet....

Our website is troubled - oh is it ever. And I am stuck in between FTP protocols, server hosts, joomla software, godaddy and domain names. 

I encourage you, the anonymous internet lurker, rather than get mad when things go wrong, to get creative. Nothing is more satisfying than firing off a well written prose. Please do not hesitate, oh non existant community, to submit a poem of your own. The idea here is that this could be a collection of articulate subtle rages, or joys, or whatever. I know - i really am lame. so lame. so lame.

Without further ado - To the Internet:

If a website falls in cyberspace will it be Curt who notices?

If a domain goes down will GoDaddy rescue it?

Who is he who installs joomla in the sky?

Who is he who assigns FTP protocols to the delinquent few?

I’d like my domain to point to the world, and yet find myself caught in a web

My domain name is parked, and my zoneedit is dropping

I have laid my passwords to the alter of Isaac and my FTP settings to the Curt

Wont web traffic rain down on me?

Ode to Chad

Chad, our supplier has problems with the truth sometimes. This first blog entry, on my brand spanking new blog is dedicated to him. Not sure what will come of this blog, it'll probably go the way of all blogs. But for now, let there be clutter in cyberspace.

Chad, Chad, Chad

Why are you so bad?

You fill our hopes with Samsung dreams

But leave us with very little means

It's not that you purposefully lie

But your empty promises make me want to cry

We cannot go on in this dizzying maze

But without a clear resolve I'm left in a Daze

To wonder why it is you have wasted your breath

And failed to deliver, despite swearing on your death

Chad, Chad, Chad

I can'€™t help but feel so sad

For it'€™s you who play us for fools

But it'€™s us who come out looking like tools

Chad, Chad, Chad

Why oh why are you so bad?