Proxy Eggtimer

At the library computer, sitting staring at an eggtimer;

If I get a "proxy error" again, someone will get a shiner.

I can feel my temper welling up, I've only got an hour.

Modem's whirring out of control, it's time for a cold shower.

Technology steps life up a pace, we don't expect to have to wait.

Silent connections prompt us with "Done" when they meet at their silent gate.

To stare at blank techno pages is so annoying to a writer.

Scrawled jottings on paper, though back-dated, develop poetry far mightier.