High Tech and High Strung
My computer is congested
With all the stuff it's ingested -
The silly poems that I've devised
And the inane things I've surmised.
Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed
All my foolish nonsense instead
Of important things and the like,
Now it's told me to take a hike.
All I asked was for it to print,
It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint,
I can't answer when you call.
I'm not responding. That is all."
Copyright © Tom Harris | Year Posted 2013