Thou now unmar’d book of metal,
Thou blessed union of form and function,
Titanium historian, returned from service
To whom you were sent from expert deduction
By a Genius most wise and sagacious;
What now hath fate planned for thee?
What changes upon you wrought?
By what men or gods were you fixed?
What adventures await? What tales to be told?
What sweet seduction of online chat? What struggle with AOL?
What mad ecstasy of 1’s and 0’s lie before us?
Though times have prevailed, but those untested
are still to come; therefore, ye hardware replaced and bolstered;
Pack’d in tight to the box in foam, for shipping most unsettled,
from DHL to the ICS you pass like a butterfly unfettered:
From hand to hand to hand to cage
the dull moments can engrasp you not.
Bold portable, never, never, can you rest here.
Though near goal, TAT cries to be appeased.
Grieve thou not, our memories of you will never fade,
Such is they love, forever an icon of flair.
Hard falls to the floor that which boxed you so tight,
to the shelf of other heroes you are carried and placed
You are to sit for hours, processing, processing, to demonstrate your might.
Should you fail, once again shall you be opened and expurged
The Mac Genius’s ever watchful eye shall be your blanket,
What happy songs sing his children, fans whirring through the night
to a flutter of keys as Retail Service Notes the doctor does write.
Cans’t thou be desolate, when your verification passes
for sorrow remits and love and human passion abounds.
O iform shape! Successful tests! with haste
the customer is alerted to a victorious repair!
With polish and soft nylons Genius Admin overwrought„
clean thy form, return thy splendor and tease us from silent thought.
Unto the final process: Ready for Pick-up!
When old parts recycle to this generation’s future
Thou with new lease on life, merrier fate awaits
Your lord hath cometh and to his bosom cushions your screen.
The POS paid and repair closed, thou shalt remain no
to us but a friend to Genii, to whom thou say’st
“Thy notes be done, and done too are your notes,” - no less;
to yourself do no disservice, and none to you shall do.
