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Not that damn blue screen of death again,
with a fried program or hard drive within.
It was much easier with a pen
and I didn't have to log me in.
You torment me from within,
each time I see this screen again.
Is this a game I'll never win?
Back to the shop again and again.
Why can't you just be a friend
when I gently plug you in ?
You know not love you know not sin,
you are just wires and chips within.
I guess the reason you don't start,
is silicon has no pulsing heart.
You care not what I wish to do,
I'm going to take a hammer to you.
Then throw you atop the trash heap,
and let them bury you down deep.
Deep with all like you before,
that would not start and lost the war.

(Of course, you don't have these problems with GNU/Linux  :-)   Ed.)

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