This could be a good blues song.
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I would rather live my life as if there is a God, and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't, and die to find out there is
IN GOD WE TRUST
Karen Carter '74
-KC- Ministries
-------------- Original message ----------------------
From: Sharon Hooley <[log in to unmask]>
> Hi guys!
>
> got this from the Access Comp List.
>
> sharon
>
> Click Here Blues
>
> I'm feeling so low; I can look up at my shoes.
> > My sanity, Babe, I'm about to lose.
> > You want to know why? I'll give you the news.
> > Baby, I done got the "click here" blues.
> > I had me a problem with my student loan.
> > I needed some help, so I picked up the phone.
> > I spent maybe four or five minutes on hold,
> > While the tape about the company's website told.
> > It kept saying "go to our website."
> > We can sure help you there.
> > You'll get the fastest service you can find anywhere.
> > Go to WWW; click here; log in.
> > It's easy and fast and besides, its in.
> > But I wanted a human being to help me with this.
> > I don't want some fancy website; I don't need all this.
> > Please let me talk to someone
> > You know what I mean?
> > I want to work with a human;
> > I don't want no machine.
> > So I sat me on hold for twenty minutes more.
> > Then, I finally got a human; darn near fell on the floor.
> > But when I tried to tell her what my problem was,
> > She said to me so sweetly,
> > That's what our website does.
> > We can't help you here.
> > You need to go online.
> > It's the in thing to do Dear.
> > And it sure works fine.
> > So, here's a password for you.
> > Have a wonderful day.
> > Then she hung up on me;
> > There was nothing more I could say.
> > So, I went up to their website.
> > There were "click heres" everywhere.
> > Edit and combo boxes ;
> > and I was pulling out my hair.
> > The password's not a word at all;
> > It's a combo I can't believe.
> > And I have to type it a certain way;
> > Or the site will tell me to leave.
> > I threw away my computer and I went to Woody's Bar.
> > I wanted me a strong drink, but I didn't get that far.
> > At each place on the bar, right where I'd set a beer,
> > There were computer monitors which said,
> > Would you like a Miller? Click here.
> > So I just turned around and went home again.
> > It was about half past five.
> > My wife was fixing dinner.
> > Company was about to arrive.
> > Then she said, "Come see our new microwave."
> > "It's on the counter over here."
> > "You don't need a timer to cook things in it."
> > "You just point to what you want and click here."
> > I done lost my mind.
> > And they put me away.
> > Out here on the funny farm.
> > Been here sinse last Friday.
> > But I ain't getting much rest.
> > Why is perfectly clear.
> > When I went to lunch they told me,
> > Just take what you want, then click here.
> > I can't believe we've come to this.
> > Where are the humans? Where?
> > There's no one around to help you anymore.
> > You're just told to click here or click there.
> > And when you complain or rave, it don't do you any good.
> > They just keep saying "click here;" "click here." It's like they're made
> > of
> > wood.
> > I sure hope the afterlife is nothing like this space.
> > I hope it's nice and simple with no click heres all over the place. But I
> > can just imagine how it will be at the pearly gates as I draw near. I'll
> > probably see some sign that says, Want to come in? Click here.
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