Specifically,
this poetry is the result of many hours
spent
by the occupants of G122 staring,
with
de-focussed eyes,
at
an office whiteboard to which a
large
number of magnetic poetry words
had
mysteriously taken roost.
Like
all delicious things, the bubbling
frenzy
of G122 eventually popped and
the
occupants took yet more steps
closer
to the real world,.
Indeed,
many, like me, are successfully
masquerading
as human beings; others found
an
extra 19points and upgraded to G141.
No-one
is quite sure yet, which of these
two
groups poses the greatest threat
to
civilisation as we know it.
With
regards the poetry itself, some of it is attibuted to
a
particular member. Some of it is anonymous. We were all,
and
mostly still are, geeks so most of this poetry reflects
the
linguistic hormonality of adolecence. This is,
of
course, despite the fact that our average
physical
age was around 23 at the time.
Like
I said: we were geeks. Some of us wrote Perl,
and
that doesn't necessarilly make us bad.
So.
Read.
Enjoy.
Pretend
to Forget.
But
remember:
I
can't guarantee that you will never wake up
screaming,
in the middle of the night,
from
what you are about to recieve.
Be
thankful.