WEBMASTERS' LAMENT

Today I had a chat with Tom, and John and me
For simplicities sake I guess
just call us the webmasters three

We meet at funny hours in this tube of tranquility.
We've drawn just one conclusion, which we all agree;
The days are all to busy, with the troops traumatic pleas

Oh Webmaster, Oh Webmaster
did you get that mail I sent?

Oh webmaster, Oh webmaster
scan them pictures do it quick
and put them on CD

We do this job with love
and we do it pretty free
If you didn't have it when you started
you'll soon have
PTSD

So that's why we choose to meet here at the stroke of 3;
It's quiet then and we can think, and show creativity

The VA says that were all nuts, with that it's certainty
It's the prerequisite for this job you know
PTSD

Oh Webmaster, Oh webmaster (our wives do plea)
Are you ever coming to bed? It's well after three!
And don't forget to take those pills the VA gave you for free

In a minute my dear, I promise I will
I have to push just one more key

©Copyright August 2, 2003 by Ron Leonard

IWVPA Webmaster's Note: As an Australian Viet Nam Veteran, I can empathise and sympathise with Ron, Tom and John (which is why I added the poem to Ron's ndex...)