Two companies, both alike in dignity,
In fair Silicon Valley where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where different operating systems make people want to scream.
From forth the grinding gears of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed softwares take your files;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows,
Do with their glitches bury your smiles.
The fearful passage of their glitch-marked love,
And the continuance of their consumers’ rage,
Which, but competition’s end nought could remove,
Is now the endless traffic of life’s stage.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
A customer service rep in the middle of nowhere shall strive to mend.
This is dedicated to my sister, R, without whose Google Chat conversations, this never would have been written.
*It’s not in Iambic Pentameter. Take it up with my legal counsel, the firm of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern*