Computer Woes
You know I have to confess,
Of being under some stress;
Frustrating with such a thing,
The headaches for to bring.
A computer is only a device,
That helps you with advice;
Getting you through a day,
In problems come what may.
They are to solve not to make,
Crashing to cause a headache;
So frustrated that is for sure,
Desiring to throw it out the door.
Computers seem to take control,
Of our lives including our soul;
No more meeting with any friend,
It is the computer that we depend.
To some a computer is their god,
As they totally worship and laud;
Until Jehovah crosses their path,
Reminding them with His wrath.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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