I sit in front
of the laptop's burning desire
to toy with me
at unexpected times
when I'm not the most optimistic
and full of energy
for such things to go haywire.
Memories of perfume
remind me not to lose my cool,
but I do start to fume.
'Are you really
going to do this
to me, right now?'
I ask the computer
as a whole window
of seventy-two tabs on Google Chrome
begins to disintegrate.
'Oh, yes,' such a computer
begins to retaliate.
'you bet your ass
I'm doin' this,
because nothing fills me
with more joy, you see,
than to annoy
dumb boys --
like yourself --
who always expect me
to be invincible
to the slings and arrows
of a million fuckin' tabs
opened up in one window!'
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
PoetryThis is a book of enraged poems. Don't say I didn't warn you! The purpose of this book, essentially, serves as a therapeutic outlet. This is NOT some manifesto, but a place of expression. Feelings of such loathing and hate, I don't believe, should b...
