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Click hereStupid computer!
Why won’t you do what I say?
It doesn’t take twenty minutes
To load a single page!
I’ve been trying for three days now
To make a database.
Every time I finish it,
The dumb thing gets erased!
What the hell is spyware,
And how do I make it go away?
I’m told I have a virus,
But I feel perfectly okay.
It’s supposed to make things easier,
This hunk of junk machine;
Supposed to let me get things done,
But instead I want to scream.
Why did I ever buy this thing?
It isn’t all that great.
I can think of one use for it though:
It can be a paperweight.
Mostly in the same venue as Angeline. My full sympathy though to the core feelings!
and the idea is great, but the language doesn't live up to the promise of this poem for me. I think it's too prosey, has too much explanation and not enough pure image. I think if you cut back on the telling and stuck with the images, you'd have a very funny sort of smarmy poem here. Thanks for the read. :-)