Poetic License: Three Sonatinas In C:\
C:\ Random Song
Random is as random does
Unplanned the music goes
Unscanned the rhythm dies
Unmanned the woman sighs
What chance chance will have left to take
Will come when maker makes to make
And chaos heeds his hues and cries
C:\ Dear Lotus
Default, dear Lotus, lies
Not in our extended rams or drives,
But in our motherboard and cache
That documents imbedded deep
Within our storage limits sleep
Until they burst our pipes and crash,
Uninstalling us out of memory.
C:\ Time Noir
We are all strangers on a train
From which moments vanish constantly
Leaving perhaps a trace of Fog
On the compartment pane
For men who know too much
To neither confirm or deny
That anything has ever happened