Computers

by Judith Krouse   May 26, 2006


Sitting in front of my computer,
I seem to be waisting my future.
Viruses, spyware taking over,
Fix the problem. not seem to move her.

Hours on hours I see the screen,
Sometimes it make me want to just scream.
I'm still waiting, just waiting, waiting!
Maybe I'll proactice my voice and sing.

What is wrong with this, can it be fixed?
Is it upsetting me just for the kicks?
The time is traveling on and on.
I could be doing something worthwhile.
Yes - I'm gone.

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