Computer Adjustment
Computer Adjustment
Oh! do I need a computer fix
I do want to throw some bricks
my life is wrapped around my computer
it is always playing its tricks
eighty percent is spent sitting and staring
reading, playing, and writing
while I sit here and play, my butt gets bigger
there is no blaming
behind the computer
everything goes to a blur
I started writing and forget to save
my language is a blooper
poor hubby gets neglected
at least I’m not mud
I'm addicted to the computer what can I say
while l lay in bed, I’m haunted
why do I even bother
to get the answer
while I sit here my butt gets bigger and aches
there is no reason for anger, it’s my comforter
© 3/26/2015
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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