This superstitious world remains
bound in unenlightened chains;
folks believe in screwy things,
and give their folly potent wings.
Take, fer instance, this here cloud --
that people talk of long and loud.
I have asked some right smart folk
just how this thing is not a joke.
When explaining it to me
it seems to be a fantasy;
a web of nonsense, which I fear
would puzzle even Edward Lear.
Keeping data without holder;
not one blessed paper folder.
I think it uses beans and franks
for powering computer banks.
It's a network of some sort
and tracks a lot of child support.
My experts call it platform based,
where nothing ever is erased.
Online nostrum, cyber claptrap;
to me it's merely all darn crap pap.
I'll stay analog, hard copy;
I'd rather be secure tho sloppy!
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