Dreamhost, why suckst thou thusly?
My configs error free, all see.
My width of band a mere mirage.
My use of space a jesting joke.
Thy wages paid in full, in time, and yet
Thy temper so villain, so foul.
Thy warnings ne'er timely come.
Thy daemons line up to be killed,
and rise and die and rise and die.
My host of dreams, I do implore,
Why dost thou suck on cosmic scale?