Demon Internet

I moved, and told ‘em so.
“No, no, tell us by fax”.
I did.
And a third time, eventually.
“Sorry, that’s the wrong address.”

The fax had both, correct.
They’d long acknowledged the old,
so the … the new must be wrong.
I’ve been inhabiting someone else’s house for a year!
Who’s bog have I been peeing in?
Who’s cat have I been feeding?
Who’s woman?! Errrgh!
What, who, do I say, what, to her?

Or maybe
demon’s monkey
didn’t bother
to read
the fax.

that which separates organisation
from intelligence.

Hence the collapse of my original site,

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