Poem: A Chip On My Shoulder.
A Chip On My Shoulder.
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I hate all computers
They’re sly and they shirk,
If you don’t watch their tricks
They erase all your work.
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You enter your wishes,
They will not obey,
You try to command
But they do it their way.
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I hate them, they’re rotten,
They sulk and delight,
In altering scores
And they crash and they byte
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I’d like to defuse them
Switch off every one,
And see how they feel
When their power is gone.
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