Computer security is quite nasty
It won't let me be who I want to be
Changing the passwords is a drag
It makes me feel like an old rag
It is something I would disdain
Because it really is a pain
Really, it is not my bag
Makes my shoulders slump and drag
But if it works the way it should
I'll be more secure than I'd would
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem