My Wife Slaved Me

My MacBook has a life And its like my wife we both love each other It feels like touching a feather. I just clicked the safari All my favourites pop out Inside my mind I fight what to browse first. I chose my mailbox then Glance it like a lion in a den Suddenly I think about a job portal I Feel like as if Immortal. On a spark, comes the online sale Now am lost on a multi-mile This gives me a bright big smile But, I have nothing to buy. My monkey mind hops again now To a social network website – wow Updates from friends, family and what not The world now I have bought. Flew are the hours, not more, but few Am jumping to another website.. And crawling to another.. And another.. and another. Now, I get to know how my wife has slaved me Still I love her. Because – I replied to an important mail, I got my aspired job, I contacted a long-lost buddy, I drenched in today’s fashion, I got to know this and I got to know that.. Now you know what I write about..!! Without her, it feels like am lost..!! I call her – “The Power of Internet”