12 O'Clock 12 O'Clock 12 O'Clock
12 o'clock... 12 o'clock... 12 o'clock!
How do you set this damn clock
Thought of bashing it to bits with a hammer
To get the damn flashing to stop
Always assumed I was quite intelligent
But technology has me bamboozled
Tried reading the manual but that didn't work
To comprehend, from my brain came refusal
My smart ass ten year old nephew happened by
"Not a problem dear uncle, I'll fix it"
Two minutes later, the damn flashing stopped
Felt dorkish and kind of a twit
My fervent prayer which I possess without malice
Is for technology to bury this young geek
In a deluge of bits and bytes and firewalls
Till he no longer can get a good night's sleep!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012
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