Poetry Computer
I sit in silence.
Only playing music and videos when I'm wanted.
If I play too loud, they turn me down and curse.
But I can't help it...
Their face makes it worse!
It's silly.
I sit next to my best friend who helps me manage.
She doesn't know this, but she is the one operating us.
A box full of images and full of memory,
Something that I couldn't handle, yet she makes it.
I'm a computer, eyes on everyone.
Until a person puts tape across my lens.
I think I need glasses!
What is this?!
I'm not too sure, but I do know one thing.
My name...well it's Poetry Computer.
Copyright © Alexandria Palms | Year Posted 2016
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