Haiku

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Computer Errors in Haiku

Everything is gone;
Your life's work has been destroyed.
Squeeze trigger (yes/no)?

I'm sorry, there's -- um --
insufficient -- what's-it-called?
The term eludes me ...

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

Seeing my great fault
Through darkening blue windows
I begin again

The code was willing,
It considered your request,
But the chips were weak.

A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

Errors have occurred.
We won't tell you where or why.
Lazy programmers.

Server's poor response
Not quick enough for browser.
Timed out, plum blossom.

Login incorrect.
Only perfect spellers may
enter this system.

wind catches lily
scatt'ring petals to the wind:
segmentation fault

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that

To have no errors
Would be life without meaning
No struggle, no joy

You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Hal, open the file
Hal, open the damn file, Hal
open the, please Hal

The ten thousand things
How long do any persist?
Netscape, too, has gone.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.


SPAM Haikus

Blue can of steel
What promise do you hold?
Salt flesh so ripe

Can of metal, slick
Soft center, so cool, moistening
I yearn for your salt

Twist, pull the sharp lid
Jerks and cuts me deeply but
Spam, aah, my poultice

Silent, former pig
One communal awareness
Myriad pink bricks

Clad in metal, proud
No mere salt-curing for you
You are not bacon

And who dares mock Spam?
You? You? You are not worthy
Of one rich pink fleck

Like some spongy rock
A granite, my piece of Spam
In sunlight on my plate

Little slab of meat
In a wash of clear jelly
Now I heat the pan

Oh tin of pink meat
I ponder what you may be:
Snout or ear or feet?

In the cool morning
I fry up a slab of Spam
A dog barks next door

Pink tender morsel
Glistening with salty gel
What the hell is it?

Ears, snouts, and innards
A homogeneous mass
Pass another slice

Old man seeks doctor
"I eat Spam daily," he says
Angioplasty

Highly unnatural
The tortured shape of this "food"
A small pink coffin

Pink beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
Vegetarian


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