Man
VS. Machine
I look at the screen and push
a key.
It asks for an input strange
to me.
My fingers rest a bit
heavily;
before me appears a word
spelled “dddddd.”
I file my text and the
monster saves,
but ask for it back and it
only raves
“invalid command or file,” in
waves!
It is one of the tricky,
roguish knaves.
Or perhaps the stupidity is
mine.
It has a brain with a logic
line
while I have a most emotional
sign,
drunk as I am on agéd wine.
(It’s the only way I can
stand the beast.)
My most precious notes become
its feast.
It could show a little
respect at least!
Today this machine may become
deceased!
Jean, at 82, has
been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular
poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500.
Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page
monthly of clean humor. Contact her at joker31277@yahoo.com
Good on you Jean - you tell it!
ReplyDeleteLovely, witty, cleverly written poem.
ReplyDeleteThis was fun, Jean. Nice write. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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