That Machine
Why does a machine go to sleep?
You leave it for five or ten minutes,
depending on your favoured setting,
and, well, down it goes.
It's a machine. You want to throttle it!
One is so miffed, and so pissed off.
I had a friend who queried
why I dropped off for five or ten.
I would open my eyes;
his glared, were vexed.
I would stare.
He wanted to smother me.
Friends appear in different forms.
I love my computer; I love my friend.
Each has a favoured setting.
A setting favoured by it, by him, by me.
(17 Feb 2024)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2024
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