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
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