Friday, May 9, 2014

I Don't Trust My Computer



I Don’t Trust My Computer

I don’t trust my computer
I won’t let it sleep
I know it dreams
That’s what bothers me
Is it wondering how to ruin my life
Then again is it truly asleep
It knows I have erectile dysfunction
It knows I dream about that redhead down the hall
It knows when I can sleep and when I can’t
I know sometimes it works for me as I sleep
Poems and stories on its screen I don’t remember writing
I also know it tortures me mentally
Showing pornographic pop-ups when my wife walks in
Ordering a lawn tractor for my fifth floor walk up
Saved emails sent at all hours of the night
I always trusted my pen and paper
The photo album I kept in my dresser
Still, I never trusted my computer
At least not since the lawn tractor was delivered today
So I will go and I will think
While I ride the tractor and cut my carpet
Maybe I can still trust my cell phone
At least until it butt dials one to many times
That will be the end
I will never trust a microchip again

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