So… When I sat down to write tonight’s poem, I booted up my computer and the hard drive was dead as a brick. That solved the question of what to write tonight.

Digital Doom

Computers are such useful things,

Right up until they’re not.

And then they truly are a bane,

All of their worth forgot.

To work, to play, to read to write,

All this and so much more.

They let you do so many things,

So easy to adore.

They slowly infiltrate your life,

‘Til on them you depend.

And once they have you in their grasp,

They crash. That’s it. The end.

So always have a backup plan,

For when it all goes bad.

The less your life’s tied to these things,

The less you will be sad.

Cheers, Winston