'technology' is
4 syllables. not even
right for short haiku.
by Anonymous Poet
No reason to cry
You did it to yourself, fond
Aren't you of women?
by Garik of Jersey
axolotl love
how could i have fallen in ?
she was a real slime
by ash
Spam fills my inbox
"GREAT NEW FREE SPECIAL REAL DEAL"
Bane of modern life
by aristotle of tulsa
I love lag
posts posts twice today
technology
by redbeard
The Girl Scout cookies
Were supposed to last a while.
But we lost control.
by Geneva of Salt Lake
by the time they leave
you'll miss talk-back radio.
pass laws to ban it.
by mellie
Start -> IE;
wuhoo! what a crash!
wonderment.
by redbeard
Start -> IE;
wuhoo! what a crash!
wonderment.
by redbeard
in your wires
are fat electrons
problem's cause?
by redbeard
king of my anthill
i realise the queen rules
that's antithesis
by ash
carpenter arrives
inflicting bad radio
the power tools scream
by ash
you see that planet?
i'm going to blow it up!
i'll use my laser
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
Ray guns and Helmets
Of the Twenty Fourth And A
Half Century Beyond!
by Garik of Jersey
do not do it, luke.
don't kiss her. push her away!
she is your sister!
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
Going, for the show, not
Realtime anymore, Error
Blue Screen of Death
by Garik of Jersey
resistance? futile.
i'm locutus. you will be
assimilated.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
luke, i'm your father.
join me. come to the dark side.
together, we'll rule.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
the final frontier:
space. these are our voyages.
boldly going, gone.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
IT will change every
aspect of our lives and bill
will make more money
by Anonymous Poet of austin
Let's change the subject.
Make all your haiku about
futuristic stuff
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Sixteen Pence One
See now its war, Today I
Feel Content Sir
by Garik of Jersey
Nicholson busts in
on Bud wazup guys and says
"YOU CAN'T HANDLE TRUTH!!!!"
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Watch Ellen Ripley
jump inside the loader and
whoop alien ass
by The Fourth Way of seattle
This is for 9th moon
who asked what the fourth way means.
It's after way three
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Thank you Omar
You are king lord master cool
Father my children
by Coolmar of Atlanta, GA
Roosters, Hens, and Chicks,
when they use their beaks to type,
do they hunt and peck?
by The Fourth Way of seattle
beads trickle
down along the floor
hopes broken
by redbeard
who, among us, sees
the way the fool sees the world
cheats: express check out
by mondongo of elsewhere
the future's made of
virtual insanity
says Jamiroquai
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Minesweeper High Score.
How deftly you elude me
Shit! here comes the boss!
by rambis
as always -
find a fun action;
beat to death.
by ferret70 of chicago
almost five eastern!
the time of resurrection!
cast off this desk-thorn
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
pens. pencils. stapler.
files. papers. paper clips. tape.
the clock is ticking.
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
4pm Central.
At last I shrug off work cares.
Dust behind me drifts.
by ferret70 of chicago
thank you janis
for electronic haven
from work disasters
by ferret70 of chicago
work is pain is home
i sleep through my days awake
this will never end
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
which is not to say
that a poop joke now and then
is beyond my reach
by ferret70 of chicago
vent holy despair;
work is much pain, but my home
is even more pain
by ferret70 of chicago
words cast into void;
sound of nonsense much better
than tone of my toughts.
by ferret70 of chicago
time shortens
my patience for work
agro boy
by redbeard
goo the pee hog, lick
on alen and Eve, then lick
the pus vents maget
by gr of ttpenisreed(
sun hides in grey wrap;
taunting, teasing, promising warm joy;
flowers die waiting
by ferret70 of chicago
friend lost badge at show;
when asked for whom she worked, said,
"Vivid Video"
by ferret70 of chicago
somewhere outside here
the sun sets steadily down
i won't see daylight
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
days do drift
time drags, mind drags too.
working now
by redbeard
my workday drifts by
rastered electronflicker
retinal delight
by mondongo of elsewhere
the day passes, lost.
think of all the time wasted;
love could have been made.
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
The seasons pass, lost.
Think of the time wasted here!
Work could be finished.
by oimoi of Boston
Thnak you, memepool com.
Once more web delight soothes me.
Lotus blossoms bloom soft.
by ferret70 of chicago
