Computer Blues
By: Barb Chatman
I shuffle up in the morning, shove some coffee in my face. Get myself primed, to face cyberspace. I've got the blues, yes, I've gotthe computer blues. She's out dancing in the void, while I'm sitting here alone and confused.
I downloaded my file, but I can't locate its place. The cyber fairy is scrambling things, and laughing in my face. Here I sit…confused with the blues. Trying to get rid of… those computer blues.
My attachment got attached, to who knows what. So if you receive my personal ad, will you please send it back. It has a mind of its own, can't leave it alone. It's like a good cigar… all smoke and no fire.
Checked out my e mail today …looking for your name, I won the lottery again, it reads the same every day. Claim my prize, they want money to tell me lies. Can't live without it… but I would sure like to try.
My printer is spitting out papers… all over the floor, it must be in another language that ain't spoken anymore. And it won't stop, lights blinking on top. A high tech dude to the core, picking up papers off the floor. Got the computer blues… why do I always seem to lose?
Now I got the book for dummies, didn't help me very much. It referred me to… windows, never heard of any such. Got the blues, just don't seem to have the touch. While the screen saver is a-saving… I think I'll make myself some lunch.
This thing is so temperamental, it must surely be a she, don't do too well with them either, is this payback for me? While she's out…dancing in the void, I'm sitting here confused, I've got the computer blues, I'm sick and tired… of computer abuse.
Now you talk about the mouse, how hard can that be? It just sets and rolls around, trying to get free. It has the computer blues… did he catch it from me? Or did he get one of those viruses… while trying to get free? I can relate to him now… not fun being me.
My computer came in a box, that looks like a spotted cow. Maybe its in heat… or has, mad cow disease. Looking for outs… don't know if I can go another bout. What's this machine got against me? Don't think I can stay awake… to see.
Had to call someone to help me, figure out this rhyme, forgot my pass- word again, legendary with the help line. Red face, side stepping again. A high tech dude to the core. My confidence left me at the door. I got the computer blues… and I hate to lose.
Went to a party last night… computer talk all the rage. Met a woman there, 'bout half my age. She said, step aside, computers, are the love of my life. I had visions of success, no regrets, getting rid of all my cyber strife. She likes the race… no fairy's laughing in her face.
With my computer honey, it was love at first sight. She finds all of my downloads, got my printer acting right. Computer blues, getting rid of the blues. No more frustrating bouts, no longer looking for outs. Getting rid of those blues. I'm letting loose of the blues.
I shuffle up in the morning, shove some coffee in my face. Get myself primed, to face cyberspace. I've got the blues, yes, I've got…the computer blues. She's out dancing in the void, while I'm sitting her alone and confused.
