Fingertipping over the little white buttons,

Always dusty because I don't believe in mops,

I click. Once, and then, I click again.

It keeps telling me to, I can hardly say no.

Sometimes it beeps, and other times

I get the silent treatment, I hate it

Almost as much as it hates me. They told me

A computer would do as i said,

They told me I'd get smart real fast.

And the radiation?

'Twould take ages to go to my head.

So I typed you know, kept pressing

And hitting at keys, that were never

Meant to open locks. But I didn't know,

They never told me.

I found out, only yesterday, when

I clicked once too much.