Pc - Poem by wilfred fisher
I look at you as my personal computer.
I will use this modem to speed dial until I know my sound card operates.
It will dignify your voice through this speaker as it validates you.
My video card displays you on my monitor with such grace and beauty.
I want to go to you and enter but await your CD-ROM opening for me to place this disk.
I will spin and spin till I give you all the RAM that you need and seek.
I would only hope to use you, play with you and operate you with this joystick.
My joystick may get stuck but I will bang against your tower till it stands again.
Allow me to stroke those keys as I imprint into your monitor with your keyboard.
I will gently move this mouse until I find the right spot to click on.
Once I click, I will place this hard drive into your slot as you claim each mega bite.
Once all the space is occupied, we will reinstall another drive and name her after you.
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