FISHLADY UNPLUGGED...
Day One:
I've flipped this switch
Over a hundred times,
But there's total darkness
On this screen of mine.
I can handle this
I know that I can.
So I put in a call
To my 'puter man.
I called his house
And counted the rings.
Then left a message
On the answering machine.
Straight to the point
My voice was calm.
My tower was dead
And it wouldn't come on.
I hoovered around it
And cleaned the desk.
Dug through the drawers
And found all my disks.
I wondered occasionally
If it was the fan.
Maybe it would start
With the slap of my hand.
What am I thinking?
Have I lost my mind?
I'd knock parts loose
In this 'puter of mine.
Evening was here without a call
I spoke to his machine again.
Still I was calm and to the point.
No sign that panic set in.
I stated to Guy I was stressed
Not because I wasn't online.
But fear of losing everything
Just like I did the last time.
I asked if he would like to spend
The evening talking to me.
He replied with a evil grin,
"Nothing is wrong with the TV!"
Day Two:
I poured my coffee
|Then sat at my desk.
With a positive attitude
I would give it a test.
So I flipped the switch
Not a thing had changed.
Then I picked up the phone
To call my 'puter man again.
Here we go
It was another day.
It seemed quite obvious
That he was away.
"Damn!" I said
As my fist hit the tower.
I feared that my 'puter
Met its final hour.
I can deal with this
It's just a machine.
I do have a life
And it won't control me.
On with my day,
Full speed ahead.
But I constantly felt like
A part of me was dead.
I was so lonely
Missing the Nutso twins.
Oh how I longed
To hear from Tony again.
I desperately missed
Reading Colin's poetry.
I knew there was someone
That was talking to me!
I thought of everyone
In the family.
And just how important
They all are to me.
Without my 'puter
They would drift away.
How would I make it
Through another day?
Then Guy suggested
I look in the phone book.
Other people fix 'puters
So I had me a look.
"What kind do you have?"
I heard the tec say.
"Well it has no name...
'Cause mine is homemade."
Was someone laughing
As I heard the phone click?
That had done it.
Now I was ticked!!
The rest of the day
Concerning day two
I was stressing and cussing
Over what I would do.
Tired I was
Going to bed at nine.
Oh how I missed
This 'puter of mine.
Day Three:
First cup of coffee
I flipped the switch.
I got out of my chair
And called it a bitch!
Then the phone rang
And it made my day
Jerry said not to stress
He was on his way!