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