Ctrl Alt Delete My Life

Shutdown, restart, blink and freeze Why oh why can’t technology for once be a breeze? Such simple commands, pressing start or enter But you would think you were begging for a suntan In the middle of winter I rely on this pink box for writing and such Not trying to command the world That would be too much But you would think I was looking for a new planet With the rate of its speed Come on, I paid good money for you to full fill my need There’s a shovel in the shed with HP on the handle Just waiting for the day That I am over this scandal