See you our server farm that hums
And serves HTTP?
It's spun its disks and done its sums
Ever since Berners-Lee.

See you our mainframe spewing out
The Towers of Hanoi?
It's moved recursive discs about
Since Babbage was a boy.

See you our ZX81
That prints the ABCs?
That very program used to run
With Lovelace at the keys.

Magnetic floppy disks and hard,
And tape with patience torn,
And eighty columns on a card,
And so was England born!

She is not any common thing,
Water or Wood or Air,
But Turing's Isle of Programming,
Where you and I will fare.

To be chanted whenever the O Machine 1 fails:

Rumor has it that the Enigma
Was to Churchill a foul stigma

And that the ancient, creaking Babbage
It was to him but so much cabbage

Colossus One and Colossus Two
Those gadgets too he began to rue

They say he let them rust and rot -
The pity is that he did not


(I checked with the Lizard People on this – Churchill’s secret Second World War computers, powered by a primordial Lemurian source of energy so dangerous that even speaking its name in the ancient language of the Atlanteans is said to be fatal, are secured in a locked vault on Oak Island and guarded around the clock (set to Martian time) by the Trilateral Masonic-Vatican Continuum of deadly albino flying fish.)

1 E.M. Forster, “The Machine Stops,” 1909, Much-anthologized

Stop invading my thoughts!
You dont want me and I know.
Why do these memories of you and me kissing so slow play in my head?
Others have crossed this path.
Yet memories of that fade and dont last.
*******!
Not for doing this to my body.
But for infesting my brain.
You came with Babbage which....
only a selfless soul could claim.
game that  flowed because it came so naturally.
Definitely got the better of me.
*******.
Why didn't you just let me keep my stride.
I was better off alone.
Than with you and the kid on my mind.
Now its not even about you.
I just dont want people to treat him like hes a must cause he comes with a beauty like you.
*******.
You're hurting him without knowing.
And you're killing me consciously.
*******!
for making me want it to be just the kid you and me.

Laden down with baggage,a
suitcase full of books and
Mr Babbage,
sits tight in a polished metal box with an
outlook looking in on everything he ever sees.

A glimmering of light slides in and
fades into the station
where I'm waiting for the train to come
but hope is not salvation and if
this is the new nativity
there's someone here where I should be
and I am not alone.

There's a porter,Mr Porter,
he's kind of short but he is smiling
and the light becomes much stronger
as he nears the place I'm waiting
but I've waited many times and seen
the crossings of too many lines
which blur in shiny steely strands,to
stretch out tiny golden hands which hold me
in this place.

I am a face unknown, a man outgrown
and hope is not salvation
this station is a metaphor
I don't know why I'm waiting, maybe
for the light to further me in
some sweet education
where the teaching of Apocrypha
is opened up,
please let that be.

Morning shakes me wide awake and
I become one more earthquake among
the many tremors and
the trembling in the temples,
I shall ride the storms
and surf the clouds which shroud my
Earth in mystery,
until
the truth arrives.

Time for the I love you’s to end and the I hate you’s to begin
But the difference between being different was you and I
Sins living on the shoulders, hearts living on the sleeves
******* feelings, time to make a run for the keys
Relationship needing a start over, time for a do over
Start, middle, end, wishing I could head for the roundabout again
Needing to pull a u-turn, both needing that closure
But it’s been years, you and I are now both frozen over
Hitting the freeway throwing out your luggage
Too busy worrying about myself to care about your Babbage
Mishaps after regrets, can’t help but regret some of my mishaps
Time to Hit the gas, we couldn’t go on anymore after our crash
To busy wiping off my sins, feeling free again
Broken love strapped to our veins, I’m sorry about all the pain
Promise after promise but I never wanted to change