If you buy a computer, you better
beware. Because you and your
mate, will get in each others hair.
One wants the games, the other
wants to chat. Before you know
it, you're having a spat. Things
that once were so sublime,
makes everyone crazy, just to
get on that line. We all survived,
before the computer age. We
were much more civil and didn't
fly into a rage. 'So what's the
answer to be? Will the computer
win out and take the place of me'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem