Thursday, January 04, 2007

Thursday, January 4th, 2007: Equal Fixes

Equal Fixes

It seems that all machines conspire.
To make one's life much harder.

For when you need a driver
You rarely have the time
To go online, and find the rhyme that
Starts the downloads' time.

Why are all these machines
Looking at me?
Why are they all smiling and laughing?

Could it be?
They know something we don’t?

1 comment:

Malissa said...

this poem reminds me of a Dr. Phill i saw a couple days ago, there was a lady who was afraid of all technology and that one day, all the computers in the world were gonna join together and take over the world!
it was

good poem tho...