Lagumbay.com Reflections on Love, Rage, and Fear

Nothing as demoralizing
as a warrior past his prime –
the faded strength conflicts with pride
as past conforms to present,
dreads the future, curses time.

To reminisce of glory days –
triumphant memories of old:
the minstrel’s lyre, the dragon’s fire,
the wrath and fury have long gone,
the hearth now growing cold.

So here’s to genetic jackpot –
Sarcastic thanks to mom and dad,
their moms and dads and moms and dads.
I’m predisposed to suffer cake
and regret the food I had.

So where’s the fun in all of this
and where’s the lucky bastard now?
An angry flip with a test strip,
the reckless dude on rabbit food
Whose path to war leads to a cow.

Pinging 127.0.0.1
and keeping an eye on TTL.
I must be running MS Windows
against my will. The machine is ill –
Somewhere, a broken DLL.

I vow to validate all input
and distrust all I see.
Install my patches as they come
Though Compliance is futile, dumb…
Just try not to B-S-O-D.