My computer informs me the hard drive is full.
“Nonsense,” I scream, “That’s absolute bull!”
“The drive is massive, managed and maintained.
I’m cautious, careful, and thrifty.” I haughtily proclaimed.
These things happen to others, not folks likes me
I’m a hacker, a geek; near perfect. Can’t you see?!?
I have tight little scripts and pieces of code, and a series of lofty, technical docs
No Movies, TV, or gigs of porn (the kind wherein people get off on sniffed socks)
The triangle flashes, the message repeats.
I ‘m shocked, I’m stunned, near knocked off my feet.
The computer informs me, that much to my detriment,
I’ve loaded the whole catalogue of George Clinton and Parliament.
My Brahms and my Berlioz I shall not relinquish
My Zeppelin, The Doors – they are mine to the finish.
I covet my Davis, my Coltrane, my Monk
and I sure as hell ain’t giving up the funk!
Thanks to Moore’s Law and mass manufacture
120 new gigs push me closer to rapture.
The market provided the answer I seek.
I’ve banished problem – at least ’til next week.