Otiosity

I met a cleaner from an office block
Who said: two vast and screenless colo'ed hosts
Sit in a cellar. 'Twixt them on the rack,
Half configured, a firewall lies, so close
Its blinking lights and beeps of foiled attack
Merge with those of the other two machines
Which yet broadcast, unheeded, on the wire
Requests blocked by that firewall in between.
And from an email to us now we hear:
"This is your hosting company, 'Hosts On Fire.'
Your two machines are firewalled: do not fear!"
No traffic through can pass. The firewall rules
In that colossal wreck do now appear
To be a routing table forged by fools.