The evening brings the toll of the bell,
From grassy knolls to communications hell —
Something’s wrong, Captain!
Systems are down!
Lights are going on all over town!
Soon, too, like the breath of the night wind —
Sophocles heard it long ago —
Taxman, postman, draftboards glow…
One monopoly down — just a few more. You know,
Next week… my private link
I’ll put my computer on line to think
Of ways to let my text go through
Out of the incompetent hands of you…

Originally appeared in Seditious Delicious #4 (Autumn 1984)

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