Poem: A Chip On My Shoulder.

A Chip On My Shoulder.


I hate all computers

They’re sly and they shirk,

If you don’t watch their tricks

They erase all your work.


You enter your wishes,

They will not obey,

You try to command

But they do it their way.


I hate them, they’re rotten,

They sulk and delight,

In altering scores

And they crash and they byte


I’d like to defuse them

Switch off every one,

And see how they feel

When their power is gone.



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