Senna Jawa
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Yeah, when software malfunctions that's what it is. It messed up my poem too. But that's not what the poem is about. It can be for instance about the Internet flames. I feel that "flames" is an archaic Internet expression (was it an oxymoron? Internet and archaic? Well, certainly by the Internet standards). Since 1990-1991, when there were "flames", arguments on Internet became way too vicious to call them "flames". Flaming used to be an art, not mutual slaughter. Anyway, here is the poem:
A no win situation
Senna Jawa
1991-06-07
Enjoy,
A no win situation
Paintings and art hang around -- an oasis,
In every corner flowers in vases -- Why
does a guy shit on the fan? A good question.
You're advised to leave the room then.
But when it's your fan and room and all
You shout DIE!!! and grab the guy
By his neck and pants in a futile attempt
To clean the walls -- it makes no sense,
The public has you in their contempt,
The bastard wiggles, claims innocence,
And damn!
He keeps shitting on that fan.
In every corner flowers in vases -- Why
does a guy shit on the fan? A good question.
You're advised to leave the room then.
But when it's your fan and room and all
You shout DIE!!! and grab the guy
By his neck and pants in a futile attempt
To clean the walls -- it makes no sense,
The public has you in their contempt,
The bastard wiggles, claims innocence,
And damn!
He keeps shitting on that fan.
Senna Jawa
1991-06-07
Enjoy,
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