It can make you happy
Or it can make you sad,
Especially when you want to write
It can make you insane, completely mad.
What is this thing in a plastic box
It causes stress beyond compare,
I know its only a box of wires
But they are driving me to despair.
I think it's called a computer?
How can this thing go wrong
It's not the bloody computer
It's the humans who shall remain anon.
I mean I have tried my best
I have shouted and I have begged,
It doesn't want to communicate
It just plays dead instead.
How can you argue with a plastic box
I won't be dictated to by a bunch of wires,
Trouble is, they know I'm addicted
I'll tell you what, they are nothing but liars.
I'll just have to go back to the old days
And get me something that's sound,
Like a good reliable type writer
And a bit of pigeon post I'll be bound.
Technology, I wouldn't give you tuppence for it
The computer is down is all you hear,
Was down half an hour ago
Nearly went out of the window I fear.
I'm not alone in this, millions do complain
But if you want a bit of advice before turning grey,
Don't argue with a box full of plastic wires
Get rid and save the money for when you retires LOL
BEEN WITHOUT A COMPUTER FOR A WEEK
SO THOUGHT THIS REPOST WAS APPROPRIATE!!!!
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