For this old man
Who grew up
excited to watch
television on a round screen
and who sat in awe
watching test patterns
And Friday night
Faked wrestling
Whose job after school
Was to send his sister
outside in the cold
so he could drop
torn pieces of Newspaper to be lit by matches
frightening for an eight year old
And if it did not on first drop light
Oil poured in from beneath the floor
on third drop an explosion and flames that
Singed the eye brows and make face black
As the face of Eddie Cantor
And if On third try the oil explodes in flames
And the house shakes on its foundation
turned to his next chore and knew what and ice pick was
and next job was to break up the ice
In the cold as the refrig was a box out on the deck
and sat outside the front door
First family mode of transportation
A ten ton coal truck
These were high tech employment and so--
today keeping computers running is a mystery
Several days now gremlins are hiding inside
my monitor as technical as it gets and
they often talk to me with foreign tongues
and are or err playing with my mind
unseen movements of creatures inside
that are flashing messages across the screen
Your module has crashed! I thought modules were space ships
"You are not on the web!" Course not I am on the computer
I thought it was spiders that were on the webs
Next the printer prints only half a page
And that page is no longer prints in color
Little circles spin around and nothing else happens
So I push internet for help somewhere in the far east
Pakistan Those that speak English
Speak a completely different English than me
I figure they gained knowledge from playing video games
While I too ignored teachers and played sports
Skinny little creatures wearing huge glasses
Surely not athletes like me
Some are from Pakistan or worse yet Texas--teasing!
I am not sure they even like me!
And hour of so of interpretation the Petticoat Dictator
who blames me when things are not working
has called in the geeks
Some of whom don't like me either
They fix one thing go home
And the next day something else breaks down
I'd pull my hair out
But there is not that much left to pull
I looked up in the lexicon
Off line in technical terms means it does not work
Simple as I can figure
It means all these wires hanging
in all directions in disarray
one or two are plugged in the wrong place
Because each Geek says,
"I think it goes there?"
At least when I did the ice picking wrong
It melted and I could start over fresh
These modern things spread in all directions
Remember when things were so much easier
The song of the day was,
"How much is the doggy in the window?"
Did Do-wop singers wear tattoos?
Today the windows have crashed and the
computer is playing something called rap
This dude with nose rings is smarter than me
the geeks and the younger generation seem to like loud music
I prefer quieter songs and things working not me
I heard this girl saying,"He's very good looking!"
Before I could bulge out my muscles she meant the geek!