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To treasie417...Another Stupid PC

By tigerlilly

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

With pc pangs, I sympathize, Inside my beast too… A dark soul lies. It bytes me each time I sign on, if I complain Ram is gone… Amnesia mechanics It maintains, within It’s evil c-drive brain. Tormenting me… With message errors, Can’t reach support To report the terrors. I run the wizards And utilities, All in vain… No problems to see. Nothing to fix It does infer… That the problem Lies with me…??? So then I refer To books and guides, The stakes are high, All success rides On my ability To translate, Pc Greek… I hesitate. And it’s then I know I’ve lost the battle, When windows Loads with a death rattle. Such as it is, This is my fate, No pc whiz am I. I curse and swear at This beastie’s whim Reach for the phone Instead, to talk with him… Hello…?????  hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm "...this number is experiencing problems."treasie417...i know where you are coming from... there is nothing more frustrating than a pc misbehaving when you want to get in touch with your significant other....in my case...my machine is always the culprit... :) Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 07:59 PM PST   18 • 0 • 14

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