Cursors, Failed Again
Cursors, failed again
My cursor has a secret life
devoid of fingered touch
darting about the internet
always in a rush
going to the strangest places
hanging out with “bookies”
inviting them to come and play
leaving trails of “cookies”
A single click
a tortured plea
someone please
respond to me
a double tap
upon the right
let’s crash the place
it’s party night
So sits my cursor
sheepishly wishin’
she’d stayed at home
and not gone “phishin’”
as flashbacks from
her sordid past
revisit her
in spamming flash.
Now she sits in rehab mode
“geek squad” modification
while I sit in another room
awaiting interrogation.
6/28/2015
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2015
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