A poem for a developing headache

Oh, Lotus Notes.
I was rude to you
In December.

You ate my email.
Isn’t that revenge enough
For those words?

Don’t hang like that.
Don’t leave me with no choice but
To kill you.

I pity you.
You’ve never known what it is
To be loved.

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1 Response to A poem for a developing headache

  1. boryon's avatar boryon says:

    As a former notes user, you have my condolences…

    Chris

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