Three things are certain:

Death, taxes, and lost data.

Guess which has occurred.

I am the Blue Screen of Death.

No one hears your screams.

Chaos reigns within.

Reflect, repent, and reboot.

Order shall return.

Yesterday it worked

Today it is not working

Windows is like that

First snow, then silence.

This thousand dollar screen dies

so beautifully.

With searching comes loss

and the presence of absence:

"My Novel" not found.

Having been erased,

The document you're seeking

Must now be retyped.

A crash reduces

your expensive computer

to a simple stone.

Stay the patient course

Of little worth is your ire

The network is down

The Web site you seek

cannot be located but

endless others exist

ABORTED effort:

Close all that you have.

You ask far too much.

A file that big?

It might be very useful.

But now it is gone.

You step in the stream,

But the water has moved on.

This page is not here.

Out of memory.

We wish to hold the whole sky,

But we never will.

The Tao that is seen

Is not the true Tao, until

You bring fresh toner.

Rather than a beep

Or a rude error message,

These words: "File not found."

Serious error.

All shortcuts have disappeared.

Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

Haïku is the Japanese poetic
form made up of three lines of
five, seven and five syllables.