Wednesday, May 02, 2012
My Desk
Category: Poetry/LyricsIs covered with a layer of dust,
I’d like to clean it,
And get back to work.
But it’s covered in so much dusk,
That I may never work
On anything else again.
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Dear Laptop Screen,
You’re a sordid scene
You look like modern art
From the last time I tried to clean you…
I really didn’t mean to…
It wasn’t very smart…
Now, I can’t tell the typos from the dead flies.
Babe, you’re really hard on the eyes.
Your pal the Keyboard is just as icky
I can’t find the question mark
Unless I type in the dark
And all his keys are sticky.
Nothing personal, CPU
I have nothing whatsoever against YOU.
You’ve been faithful, loyal and trusting;
But I’m going to replace you, honey
As soon as I can get the money,
Because all your friends are disgusting.