High Tech and High Strung

by Tom Harris

My computer is congested
With all the stuff it's ingested -
The rude, tasteless poems I've devised
And the inane things I've surmised.

Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed
Some really foolish stuff instead
Of important things and the like,
Now it's told me to take a hike.

All I asked was for it to print,
It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint,
I can't answer when you call.
I'm not responding. That is all."

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