The Mad Hatter's Lot
Carl is awakened by the sun's rays,
Pre-empting his studious, solemn ways,
Another graduate in the big city;
Dreaming of success in the Industry.
With the moon reappears the Mad Hatter,
His heart races, his eyelids flutter,
Cracking the codes of the lucrative e-maze;
Breaching the firewalls of cyberspace.
Weedling money out of poor investors-
Are the scheming, ruthless Webmasters,
Charging the masses for services never rendered,
Carl's the Godsend, the Divine Disaster.
In this tense high-tech drama,
Carl effeciently plays his part,
Painting a new world panorama;
Is the Mad Hatter's lot.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|lasohnda harris (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, February 27 2003, 08:23 pm|
cool poem that you wrote
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