Pounding The Keyboard

       Something’s terribly off with this telecom company.      We started having problem with our Wi-Fi October last year, the signal would drop every now and then, so we called them, told them the problem, and it took several follow-ups from us before they could send a technician.      TECHNICIAN 1: "What seems to be the problem, sir?"      ME: "The signal’s dropping every now and then, sometimes, it will disappear for an hour, sometimes for several hours."      Technician looked at the connection, then at the router.      TECHNICIAN 1: "The router’s the problem, it should be replaced, you have to report it again."      So we reported it again, long story short, they sent another technician.      TECHNICIAN 2: "The router is the problem, sir."      Another report, another technician arrived.      TECHNICIAN 3: "Yep, the router is the problem."      We reported it again, saying that the problem was the router and

  It’s an enigma, an exquisite one A jigsaw puzzle he’s been trying to solve for years One moment, he seems about to crack it The next, it’s befuddling as ever One moment, it stares as you, like it’s fascinated by you The next, it glares at you like it wants to destroy you One moment, it seems everything will fall into place The next, every part is in the wrong place He tries to set it aside numerous times  His mind’s tired already Aching to find a friendlier puzzle But he keeps coming back to trying to decipher it Understand it And then take it home Put it on a pedestal Cherish it Make sure it stays whole That it won’t break again It’s just that every time he seems about to put it all together The wind will blow all the pieces away But one day, he finally solves it And the image he sees when he finally interlocks all the pieces Is an image of him…

  She hoards books Or maybe the books have been hoarding her She spends a lot of time reading, absorbing books Or maybe the books have been spending time imbibing her She’s cute in an odd way Or she’s odd in a cute way She gets giddy and happy when the two main characters quarrel And then gets sad when the ending’s not happy She seems to not have a man in her mind Or maybe there’s a man who has her in his mind Perhaps he’s in his home arranging his books in his library Or maybe his books in his library have been arranging him Perhaps he’s a world-famous writer who writes perverted stories Or a secret pervert who writes decent stories Maybe he’s this man who has been running away from her But always finding himself at her doorstep She lives in the pages of many books Or many pages of books live in her Lots of stories are strange And a stranger has a lot of stories She keeps books in a shelf Or maybe the books have kept her in a shelf...