02-26-2016, 12:47 PM
The End of the Copiér
I think I hear, I know I see,
that you’re in untold misery,
there in your cottage by the sea,
in your bed, big blue see,
with CBS and Sony,
no more copying for free.
It’s not the way it use to be,
when brave souls all,
and all were free,
and there was no piratery.
Now then…there was piracy,
that is true,
and with pirates, what to do?
Buccaneers, yes them too,
best watch out or they’d buck you,
somewhere back there, in the rear,
they’d take your wares
make you sea blue,
and copy,
right they’d leave to you,
for scribners not were they.
Although most, were mostly gay,
I think it’s certain one can say.
They’d sing a song and dance all day:
quaffed a pint, more than a few,
yes I’m certain that it's true,
what those rouges would likely do.
But...they,
were not dour and dry, or dry and droll,
as cubical-canonicaled accounting trolls,
who pass for pirates nowadays.
Still with your records they'll have their way,
though they are not mostly gay!
Mostly depressed, I’d think, I’d say,
but you know them, that is their way.
From them you’ll get no tehee,
whilst they drink soberly,
of their pekoe boo-boo tea,
and at your cottage, bide to see,
if you're acting properly.
Then in your bed they’ll place their rear,
which makes them just a tad less drear,
or so it seems to me I fear.
I seem to see, or so I hear,
that big brother now is near.
I'm sure I feel it in the air,
for on my neck, raise up my hairs.
Yes, I think it is that hour,
as I am feeling sad and dour,
for he will cause you to despair:
it is the end of the Copiér!
erthona
©2010
I think I hear, I know I see,
that you’re in untold misery,
there in your cottage by the sea,
in your bed, big blue see,
with CBS and Sony,
no more copying for free.
It’s not the way it use to be,
when brave souls all,
and all were free,
and there was no piratery.
Now then…there was piracy,
that is true,
and with pirates, what to do?
Buccaneers, yes them too,
best watch out or they’d buck you,
somewhere back there, in the rear,
they’d take your wares
make you sea blue,
and copy,
right they’d leave to you,
for scribners not were they.
Although most, were mostly gay,
I think it’s certain one can say.
They’d sing a song and dance all day:
quaffed a pint, more than a few,
yes I’m certain that it's true,
what those rouges would likely do.
But...they,
were not dour and dry, or dry and droll,
as cubical-canonicaled accounting trolls,
who pass for pirates nowadays.
Still with your records they'll have their way,
though they are not mostly gay!
Mostly depressed, I’d think, I’d say,
but you know them, that is their way.
From them you’ll get no tehee,
whilst they drink soberly,
of their pekoe boo-boo tea,
and at your cottage, bide to see,
if you're acting properly.
Then in your bed they’ll place their rear,
which makes them just a tad less drear,
or so it seems to me I fear.
I seem to see, or so I hear,
that big brother now is near.
I'm sure I feel it in the air,
for on my neck, raise up my hairs.
Yes, I think it is that hour,
as I am feeling sad and dour,
for he will cause you to despair:
it is the end of the Copiér!
erthona
©2010
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
