pointless clamourings

bits and bytes are wearing me down
refresh after refresh i begin to frown
upon my head lays a crown
a sigh, a curse, a silent hearse
i stumple, i slip and eternally weep
why must my picture be painted with toil
dust upon dust, soil to soil
Ender with save me that i know
i will continue this useless poem before it snows
to the dinner table i shall go