High Tech and High Strung

My computer is congested With all the stuff it's ingested - The silly poems that I've devised And the inane things I've surmised. Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed All my foolish nonsense instead Of important things and the like, Now it's told me to take a hike. All I asked was for it to print, It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint, I can't answer when you call. I'm not responding. That is all."