My Computer Is a Fine Friend

You really think you know it all 
You think your so smart
Than why do you sometimes stall
Than don't want to start
You throw at me suggestions
Circling around what i asked
It was a simple question  
And they say that you are fast
I think you have tried to fool everyone
With your so called known for knowledge
Fooling around with people isn't called fun
Tell the truth you really didn't go to collage
Some say you know how to spell
Others say your typing the best
Maybe those people are not feeling well
Cause sometimes you make my pages a mess
So do i write to fast for you 
 Really what part didn't you understand
I said  yes he knew
 Not yes he can
Some say your the best
My friends nicknamed you the world brain
 Well i think you can be a real pest
And i think my friends are insane
Like maybe i should loan you out
Let my friends try you for awhile 
Soon as they see how you mess about
We will see if they still smile
For now i will ponder the thought
Giving you the benefit of the doubt
So don't mess up a lot 
Or its a guarantee your out
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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