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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