I am NOT a poet. However, one evening, in a fit of despair, I created this little diddy.
Ode To My Computer
I love you . . .
And I hate you . . .
You are my communication tool . . .
You are my encyclopedia . . .
You are my creative companion.
You are my nemesis . . .
You are my frustration . . .
You are my enemy.
You help me seek out knowledge . . .
You keep me in touch with friends and family . . .
You give me a canvas to paint my words.
You give me headaches . . .
You hurt my wrists . . .
You make me groan with despair.
You are a genius of engineering . . .
You are an invention of monumental importance . . .
You constantly grow and improve.
You defeat me at every turn . . .
You mock me in my ignorance . . .
You withhold results for no apparent reason.
Why do I put up with you?
Am I truly such a masochist?
Are you really so impossible to replace?