XXXV:  Cell-Phone Users

The users of cell-phones in quiet places

Have merited scorn from all classes and races.

They talk to their pals with cocky assurance

While you bury your head in your book with endurance.

The gestures they make are of course unavailing

It looks like unseen taxis that they are hailing.

Their punishment, as each millennium passes,

Is to be drowned out forever by the braying of asses.

XXXVI:  "Reply-to-All"-ers

We came to the furthest reach of hell-

A place that email users know well.

The woman or man whose unmitigated gall

Causes him or her to hit "Reply all".

I don't mean to work myself into a snith

But they ought to know better-it clogs server bandwidth.

For these folks a punishment fit for their crimes-

They're surrounded and hounded by fast-talking mimes.

XXXVII:  Credit Card Coffee Buyers

The lousy cup is called a "tall"--

the cost of it is rather small.

Those who chose to charge the price

In this ring are treated not-so-nice.

If plastic was the tender you used to pay

While the time of those in line wasted away

You will for eternity be burnt like toast

With free trade coffee, decaf dark roast.