08 Mar 2016 – Sonnet

My adolescence wasted tending yards
and roasting slowly on the floors of hell,
cold air and coding seemed the winning cards –
I had a knack, and found I did it well.
The Information Superhighway called.
I dreamed that I could rearrange the world
eight bits at a time. How real life galled:
I shoveled roadkill as the traffic whirled
about me in the madness, evil men
indentured me to serve them night and day.
I tasted new hells, sweating in their dens,
life incommensurate for modest pay.
Don’t do this! Dig the earth and pray for rain!
Such life exceeds one serving greed in pain!