In my previous post I quoted one of my favorite poems, To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence. There's an old rule of thumb that says the best satirists are those with a love for the thing being made fun of. Hoping that is true, I offer you this:
To A Blogger A Thousand Years Hence
I who am dead a thousand years,
And wrote this sweet archaic blog,
Send you my words in digit form;
The way: it is not analog.
I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure in the cruel height,
Just tell me if Blogger.com
Can yet republish my whole website.
But have you pictures of your cats
Who pose before a live web cam,
And flame wars over politics,
And comments clogged with perverts' spam?
O friend unseen, unborn, online,
Student of all our sweet shortcuts,
Read out my BTWs, my OTOHs,
I was a blogger, I was nuts.
Since I can never see your face,
And never shake you by the hand,
Link me and boost my Sitemeter
Visits. Google will understand.
For something more ennobling (maybe), check out this post from God of the Machine, especially the comment by Timothy Murphy, who has a slightly more boisterous take on the Message From The Grave sub-genre of poetry.
Umie the Umlaut says, "ask your doctor about the Fredösphere!"
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