Laughter in Hell
Is not laughter a flame,
That burns joyfully,
On our happy twilights
And youthful remembrances,
Forging diamonds, rubies, emeralds,
From the white hot sheen
of a demon,
Or the fear of pain,
or the gates of heaven?
THE POET AS SCIENTIST, THE POET AS SCIENTIST
The Geek's Raven
[An excerpt, with thanks to Marcus Bales]
Once upon a midnight dreary,
fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat there, doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line,
I took a floppy from the drawer.
Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command
But got instead a reprimand: it read "Abort, Retry, Ignore".