The Kemptown Verses

By JJ Leahy

Babbage’s Last Laugh

Need your login details to be sure
Over 18, that’s the law;
So at our leisure, for us to ignore
I want to go home, when my brain gets sore.

Number crunching
Dekatron munching.

Curse the human not to interact clean
So Hail the reign – of the Difference Machine!

Forward slash
Gimme your cash;
It’s something to do
A protocol joy, just for you.

Watch the data discs spin round
Babbage’s cacophony – in analogue sound.

Constant clacking of the tape machine
Punching out – the arithmetic mean,
The orchestral of the magnetic whirl
Running Fortran, Cobol or Pearl;

Bin bin bin forward slash
Bin bin bin delete the trash;
You look like a loser
And need to change user.

The tape it ripped
While running a script,
So work a check sum
As rule of thumb.

I’m buffering
I’m suffering,

Disc indeed, thought I d use raid
Fix and repair, just like first aid.

It’s your DLL
That’s gone to hell!
Achieve the history
All a mystery.
The Mighty Colossus in dormant style slumbers
While vacuum tubes feed – the tyranny of numbers;

Understanding whirlwind resistors
Supporting act – Its The Transistor Sisters,
From floppy B drive spinney the disc
To a Cray 2 analyse, the Quantum risk.

I am in charge of this, the device
Them to us, we’re more like mice;

Where’s my wifi Goggle glasses
Running TV cookery classes,
Oh! I hate that stacker buffer overflow
And hackers with maracas, simply go, go, go.

Core dumped dirty, so what’s the fuss?
Running at 30 petaflops plus

And the silicon mine, has now run dry
Under a mottled mackerel sky;

While losing control,
To the mechanism’s quartz soul.
That’s virtual romance
Watch those processors dance.

It’s the syntax u dial
Drives the OCX file,

And the processor in my brain
Makes me smile and smile again.

The digital age
Well it’s all the rage,

Such an unfortunate blip
You have fried your ID chip;
Situation to still to worsen
When the system determines, you’re no longer a person!

An illegal request, Interrupt! Interrupt!
And your life profile – is now corrupt,

A billion commands of data terror
I smile so hard – I almost ERROR!

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