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Heavens to Betsy, I’m sick and forlorn,

My link to the world has been tragically torn,

No Facebooking, Yikes!

How will my friends know,

What I had for breakfast,

Or which TV show,

I’m anxious to watch while I’m darning my socks,

Plunging the toilet, chowing bagels and lox

My Googler’s defunct,

My Tweeting’s a bore,

Comcast, oh when will you darken my door?

“Today between one and three, we presume

Unless we’re delayed, and then it might doom,

Your service til ‘morrow, or the eve before next,

But you still have your phone, so you can still text!”

Well yes, that is true, I suppose that I could,

But my noggin is sloggin’, my brain it’s not free,

Due to madness incurred from your spiny phone tree.

Press one for your phone, or two for the ‘net,

Three if you’re tired and four if you get,

Kind of sick and all queasy from nonsensical prattle,

Like the kind that you hear when you try and do battle,

With big corporations or small minded folk,

Who think that the customer’s some kind of joke.

Thanks for the email, the twitter, the blog,

I’m truly delighted that you tried to slog.

Through this evil morass and into my home,

Where I sit, abandoned, adrift and alone.

Blame it on Comcast, no doubt that I will,

For paying them off is like some evil pill,

However I see, when I look very closely,

Perhaps the problem is not just their’s mostly,

Alas, alors, much to my chagrin,

It seems my computer just wasn’t plugged in.