with an Apple Macintosh

you can't run Radio Shack programs

in its disc drive.

nor can a Commodore 64

drive read a file

you have created on an

IBM Personal Computer.

both Kaypro and Osborne computers use

the CP/M operating system

but can't read each other's

handwriting

for they format (write

on) discs in different

ways.

the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but

can't use most programs produced for

the IBM Personal Computer

unless certain

bits and bytes are

altered

but the wind still blows over

Savannah

and in the Spring

the turkey buzzard struts and

flounces before his

hens.

you can't run Radio Shack programs

in its disc drive.

nor can a Commodore 64

drive read a file

you have created on an

IBM Personal Computer.

both Kaypro and Osborne computers use

the CP/M operating system

but can't read each other's

handwriting

for they format (write

on) discs in different

ways.

the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but

can't use most programs produced for

the IBM Personal Computer

unless certain

bits and bytes are

altered

but the wind still blows over

Savannah

and in the Spring

the turkey buzzard struts and

flounces before his

hens.

- Analysis ( hide ) Places tech's petty squabbles next to timeless nature. It pits the frustrating, proprietary world of early personal computing against the unchanging rituals of the natural world, a classic move for this writer who always found the eternal in the gutter.

- Form mirrors the fragmented tech landscape. The short, abrupt lines and jarring line breaks feel like a system error or a jammed disk drive, a blunt formal experiment compared to his usually raw but fluid lines about bars and racetracks.

- A sneer at capitalist nonsense masked as progress. The whole poem lists incompatible systems, echoing his lifelong disgust with any system - be it jobs, government, or now, consumer tech - designed to trap and frustrate the ordinary person.

- The punchline is pure, old-school him. After the tech rant, the switch to the turkey buzzard is classic: a crude, ugly bird performing a mating ritual is the real, unchanging operating system, undercutting all the human silliness that came before.

- It reads like a prophecy for today's walled gardens. Written in the early days, it perfectly predicts our modern frustrations with incompatible apps, operating systems, and digital ecosystems, making a 40-year-old poem feel ripped from a current tech forum. (ai)

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