The Ping From Jesus
In the winter, dark and dreary
There I sat, eyes red and weary
Cutting, pasting, point and click
Coding something monstrous, sick
Over the whine of cooling fans
Came a beep from computer land
Mouse the mailtool, leave no turd
Some more junk from a chatty nerd?
Blossoming forth from cyberspace
Comes a note from a real place
I lose my grip and drift away
Reading ASCII of a special day
A tale of wonder, a song of songs
About a man from then and gone
Mailer’s address sends a clue
Access gateway, break on through . . .
Continued . . .
Copyright 1993
In the winter, dark and dreary
There I sat, eyes red and weary
Cutting, pasting, point and click
Coding something monstrous, sick
Over the whine of cooling fans
Came a beep from computer land
Mouse the mailtool, leave no turd
Some more junk from a chatty nerd?
Blossoming forth from cyberspace
Comes a note from a real place
I lose my grip and drift away
Reading ASCII of a special day
A tale of wonder, a song of songs
About a man from then and gone
Mailer’s address sends a clue
Access gateway, break on through . . .
Continued . . .
Copyright 1993
posted by Sanas at 4:52 PM
6 Comments:
Category: Poem
Author: Anonymous
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Did you type in all of these? It would be good to replicate in the wiki.
I am saving them and will put them there.
Don't be shy anonymous...
You got a dot from AFRICA! I'm jealous.
At least it wasn't the guys from Nigeria.
cyber connection: like, respect, love, hate...so fast, so simple, so complex..
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