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.