It's Broken
With no computer tying me down
I'm at a loss just what to do.
I've tried reading, crosswords, gardening
writing poems and stories too.
I've done woodwork, painting and cleaning things
the home shines like a new pin.
I've swept the paths and cleaned the windows
and given the hedges a trim.
When the computers been repaired once more
I'll cut back on its use.
No more hours of wasting time for me
No more of that abuse.
My nerves are in a better state
My blood pressure's been reduced
There's been no shouting at the screen
with a face that's coloured puce.
I can actually talk, so I've been told,
in a calm and peaceful way.
No bug eyed bellowing, sounding off
or ranting through the day.
I think I'm cured of computer sickness
I'm human once again.
So when that computer comes back home,
I'll leave the thing alone.
Really!
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