Cad E Wonkus 
(or) The Blueprints Are Not in the Mail

		
	
welp, danged if'n my computer 
didnt sull up on me today
the cold blue screen of death 
mocked me where I stood, motionless
all done up in my work puttees 
gripping my steemin cupa joe
the busty goddess of industry 
perched on my broad
soviet-esque shoulder...  

i screamed, i cried, i flatulated
a little
... i groped about the vast heaving
deck of capricious fluxiness, anxious
plunging down to the stanky depths
of misgiving, i felt
the billious welling of uttermost beblitherment....

none of that helped, so i sat down
actually tried to fix the goddamn thing
as robin hood once said
"by dint of effort"

lets face it:
not even Microsoft knows
what a CMOS is but
that didnt stop me
from believing and
tryng to replace it

finally at 4pm Greenwich Meridian Time
of another day
I'm up and running again

all the above really happened
didn't it?
im stronger for it, at least
I smell stronger for it

I'm a-helming now, full speed
mizzenmast bent
five bells forward
six sheets windward
aft backwards

there is a salty chance
I may still make our
aforementioned first-of-week port
if the grog holds out

 

Richard "Ahab" Miller fathomed by the Boy Poets on Olive Spread,

"MMMM, that's aromatic!"