The Computer

Computer misbehaved today
it took and hid my words away.
Now there's nothing it will do,
except return a beep or two.

I pressed a key and got it wrong
this blinking cursor came along
and pushed my words right off the screen,
just as though they'd never been.

Drunk on words, the one-eyed sot,
went and gobbled up the lot,
burped then beeped, it's flickering stare,
plainly said it didn't care.

A mean and spiteful thing it is,
those words I wrote were never his,
to keep and hide, but only lent,
and goodness knows just where they went.

It's just a know-all box of switches
that hypnotises and bewitches.
That lures my hard won poems and words,
my nouns, my adjectives and verbs,
into unseen electronic jaws,
that eats them up without remorse.

There it gloats with not a worry,
doesn't even say it's sorry
Its lost my words AND my affection,
I HOPE THEY GIVE IT INDIGESTION!