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I stare at you through blood shot eyes, hour after hour.

But the thing that really makes me wonder;

How you hold me within your awesome power.



You’re not a thing of beauty, yet you live within my house,

The only thing that connects us is a tiny little mouse.

Not the kind that runs around making women scream.

But the kind that helps me find information in my machine.





I think of all the problems you have caused me in the past.

When all those techs told me that your memory wasn’t fast.

I wondered where it could have gone; it’s here on my machine.

But I’ve often been tempted to wipe that memory clean.



Your BPS is far too low; I can’t even play my games,

But with Microsoft’s instructions I refuse to take the blame.

Sometimes I would like to Ram your Rom into a big brick wall.

But if I did I might miss a chat within my cyber halls.



And when you disconnect right before a report is due,

I can’t help asking, were you assembled with Elmer’s glue?

I wish your Internet were free; you always raise your rates.

I think the ISP may be getting rich like Mr. Gates.



My life had changed a lot since I brought you home with me.

Some of it has been great and made me jump with glee.

People I have met on line have made that come to pass,

But to keep you running properly is a never-ending task.