The Personal Computer and Me
When the thin cursor blinks so benignly,
My heart pounds with constant irritation,
While with acquiescence, it quietly
Emphasizes my seething frustration.

Thus, I visualize the cooling fan
Encouraging me to explore deeply
The infinite HELP programming which can
Assist with consummate efficiency.

Although, it offers patient reliance
To constant negating stupidities,
Pursued within processor compliance,
It inwardly sighs at human frailties.

So, it opens pages until I'm done,
Subsequently returning to Square One.