Below the cut is a short poem about why I am increasingly annoyed by computers and a sedentary lifestyle.
Who is flying away to the world of toys?
Who is left waiting quietly?
Pressing into a cushion of fluff?
To love, hope, and dream.
That our real world will return.
Into whose virtual world through the window?
And the night pear will break through lightly?
Through the bondage of illusions into a man’s home?
So whose PC games are these?
Whose aging has come to the end?
Whose butt has become unliftable?
Whose manhood won’t rise finally?
My work has burnt me to shreds.
I am fed up with CAD and CAE.
It has turned you into coal.
The crap of Steam games.
And why don't we sleep together?
Once we were husband and wife.
Whose song fades into blandness?
Whose mind has hardened with a crust?
Who is to blame? What to do next?
In short, hand over your computer.
Let it fly through the glass like plywood.
Info about all games and software.
© AlexKaz 25 May 2019
Source: habr.com
