in italic capital letters;
“I AM LOOKING FOR PICTURES
OF GINGER COLOURED CATS
RIDING HATLESS ON MOTORBIKES;
DRAWN BY A KITE FLYING
MANIC DEPRESSIVE STRANGER
WHO TRAVELS ABOUT BY TRAIN
AND WHO DOES NOTHING
it never got to my page.
With this simple sentence
you brought a worldwide gaggle of googlers
apoplectic to their knees;
wondering why their small bar
was not downloading
every sex related JPEG
in the history of the P.C.
If they all knew where you lived
they would kill you every Jack to a man;
fortunate then they were rendered useless
by their ankle warming trousers
and lubricated left hands.
Google cowers in its monolithic tower
it has never really been the same;
waiting, shaking, praying and calculating
you never type your name in again.
© Copyright D. Archer October 2011