FRUSTRATION AT COMPUTER ON THE FRITZ; CONTINUING POEM BY SIR RUN RUN SHAW;

April Fool’s Day – April 1, 2012 – FIRST POST – I am sick of technical problems.  My PC where I perform almost all of my postings and where I memorialize the genius of my inner life, is on the fritz.  I called Proscia at 9:15 a.m. this Sunday and let the phone ring once, realizing that the probability of his being awake or even alacritous/awake was on a very low order.  I responded to Mark the Brit’s e-mail concerning a Thai Cookbook with the theme of “Poo”, Thai for “crab”, and apprised him of my misery.  He too has been relegated to the world of desultory expectation, no reliability or heroic drive – nothing really that saves a lonely Sunday from despair.  Oh, woe!     

         PART THIRD OF SIR RUN RUN SHAW’S IMMORTAL LEGEND OF STINGY JIM

He was everything and a gruesome beast, violating lives, a grand deceiver!
He begrudged my soul its one last rite, by holding back my heart’s allever.
A priest so kind he asked for naught but a pint of draft for a kind believer,
But this was poison to stingy Jim.  A draft! Then smote him with a cleaver!

Born in the belly of any oily world of used-up fuels that turned to riches,
Unused to ought but evil thoughts, his clothes a pile of patch and stitches;
Women did dally and wanted mild, he returned their love with cries of “Bitches!”
How many float? tossed from his boat, into the world of Stygian niches.