Here, once again for your reading enjoyment, disapproval, or indifference, is my attempt at writing poetry.
Some days my computer is a willing slave,
It does what I command.
But then it becomes a harsh master,
Completely out of hand.
Some days my computer is my closest friend,
It brings the world to me,
But right now it’s having a hissy fit,
Do I have to count to three?!?
The typewriter used to be my tool,
The letters went where I said.
But this monster has a mind of its own,
It’s time to go to bed!
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