I want to scream and shout, I won't.
I want to complain, I can't.
I could tear around in a tornado of destruction, but there is no point.
To have no influence, no deciding factor, leaves an empty void.
Why oh why was that decision made, control from a high.
I want to end it all, to stop everything, a lesson in futility.
To avoid death in the other parts, a requirement.



About Acorn closing their workstation department.

This poem also has a double meaning attached to it, one which I didn't admit to before.
Actually it's kind of obvious if you care to look deeper into the meaning, it has nothing to do with Acorn Computers. 00:07 9/10/98

(c) 16th September 1998 around 22:00, Fnagaton.