The keyboard taunts me
I type a new refrain yet it
Comes out the same
The keys seem to stick
They have an awful click
I pound on the desk
Out of pure stress
The mouse jumps away
Now the cursor’s astray
I spilled coffee on it
And out comes a sonnet
I’ll be go to hell
That came out just swell
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