An ode to Comcast, clearly written in a moment of extreme grief and hopelessness.
"Cut Off"
Sit I before an iv'ry-colored screen
And wonder just how long I'll have to wait
Until my squirr'ly internet returns
And fickle stop-and-go speeds do abate.
How grand the world in Chrome's begoogled view!
How small the world to him whose bit rate's low!
So doth the internet's untimely fail
Yet chill my heart and strike a crippling blow.
Curse Comcast and its wretched service techs
Who sold to me this modem made in hell
I'll do my best to work on other tasks
And bear my offline isolation well.
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