Computer of Mine
How I used to love when you started right away
How I loved that when you woke from your nap you were happy to see me
You roared to life, ready to tackle the day
Now it seems as if you dislike me
I wish we could go back to the old days, back to the old ways
I wish you could be unplugged for more than ten seconds without dying
I wish you were able to open more than one window before giving up and ‘not responding’
Why do you turn your back on me when I need you most?
When I am in a jam and need a phone number, why do you ‘not respond’?
When I am in a bind and need directions you still are ‘not responding’
What have I done to turn you away?
Is it because I filled you with pictures, songs and stories?
Is it because you are tired of being my electronic slave?
I am not sure if they make Xanax and Prozac for computers, but I will gladly look into it for you
In the meantime, oh sweet, darling computer of mine…
Start ‘responding’ or you will be replaced.