Ode on a Wireless Access Point that Does Not Suck
How you taunt me with,
Your wavy bars of signal and glowing green lights,
Indicating neither signal, nor strength
Your suckage pulls at me,
Dragging my productivity down, down,
Until I cling to the edge of the pit of despair,
Fearing to never see another silly kitten video,
But what, fair Wireless Access Point?
Thou just wanteth me to reconfigure my wifi?
But do yet you not understand?
I am on a tosh de macin, this device excels beyond my limited intellect,
Spirits again dashed like paint on concrete,
I contemplate a roof-test for your beloved countenance,
And as I gently lift thine metal body from thine shelf,
What? The internet is back up? ...Meow