Karl said, “Things weren’t as bad as I dreamed
When you hung up right after you screamed.
You were helped by a fella
Who held an umbrella.
And yet, you could say you were steamed.”
Those old tape drives were targets of wrath,
So we went down an upgrading path.
The suits knew what to do:
They would buy only two.
They're misguided, but sure knew their math!
You don’t know what your password is? Then
If you can’t write it down with a pen,
I will be like a nerd
And I’ll open up Word,
Then just type in your password again.
“We must track the fish some way or other
Without making it seem like we smother.
On IM you must be
So your presence we’ll see.”
Does it sound like they’re playing Big Brother?
When I plugged it in, I soon recoiled,
And my pants were, as one would say, soiled.
But that fluid so brown
From its back that flowed down?
If not coffee, could I say it’s oil?