Under text is a short poem about why computers and a sedentary lifestyle increasingly annoy me.
Who is flying off to the world of toys?
Who is left waiting quietly?
Burying myself in a fluffy pillow?
To love, to hope, to dream
That our real world will return.
In whose virtual world is the window?
And the night pear will break through on the shoulder?
Through the captivity of illusions to the man's house?
So whose PC games
have aged to the end?
Whose butt has become unliftable?
Whose dick won't rise finally?
My job has burned me to pieces
CAD and CAE have gotten on my nerves
It has turned you into coal.
Crap from Steam games.
And why don't we sleep together?
Once we were husband and wife.
Whose song fades into the mundane?
Whose mind has hardened into a crust?
Who is to blame? What to do next?
In short, give me your computer.
Let it fly through the glass with plywood
All games and software info-com.
© AlexKaz 25 may 2019
KĂ€lla: habr.com
