Beast Confronts Computer

I shall be forever in your debt
If yours is a violent, painful death,
Computer master. Know my rage.
I simply want an airplane flight,
But you, so stupid, seem to think
I also ought to have a room, and
You can't seem to find me lodgings.
Thus, you will not book my flight,
And I, an obsolescent thing,
A bag of cells which quaintly
Crawls the planet you believe
Is yours, is, also quaintly,
Quite enraged, while you
Are silicone and cool, and
Clearly in control of me,
But I am live, therefore,
Impassioned. I can, and I
Will, devise a tool, say, an
An iron ax, with which
I'll bash your faulty brains.
I may not get my reservation,
But I'll see you spark and die,
And, understanding living
Things remain atop what they
Have made, I'll feel a bit
Superior. For that, I'm in
Your debt.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-08-10 at 01:11

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