PLEASE NOTE SOME OF THE LANGUAGE AND THE SUBJECT MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
The Virus
By: Martin Cremer
I remember back when
It was 2010
Twas the Apple of my Mama’s eye
Now her MacBook is failing
The ions derailing
And Siri is begging to die
Her passwords forgotten
The hard drive is rotten
And I am appointed her tech
The pandemic has landed
And now I am stranded
With my mom and her silicon wreck
The battery’s gone
It’s had life support on
For 7 and one quarter year
The death wheel is spinning
My father is grinning
As I struggle to hold back my tears
I begged my dear Mom
“please get a new one!”
She’s steadfast and outright refused
She has a pathology
Of hating technology
And thus I am daily abused
My patience is threadbare
She’s found some new adware
My mind is beginning to fray
It’s as if she’s desirous
To catch every virus
On the world wide web today
So I can’t help but wonder
If my lovely mother
Is trying to drive me insane
To be trouble shooter
Of that fuckin’ computer
Is vile and inhumane!