That blasted computer, I hates it so.
What he's doing with it I'll never know.
Surfing in Cyberspace, he works alone.
Leaving me back on earth all on my own.
It does our finances with accuracy.
But it cannot do them as good as me,
and each month we both stare at that bright screen.
Why can't things just return to how they'd been?
I tried hard to use it, but I forget
which keys that I should press and get upset.
I concentrate hard when Internet shopping.
Then it loses it all. — I HATE THE THING!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lol. Unfortunately ma'am he cant do without it and neither can you. With AI coming you wont have to do anything so you will have 100%. Nice counter point. The best poems are bout men and women fighting