I live with a computer.
It isn’t very nice.
At night when I am sleeping
It opens up its eye(s).
The darkest night is shattered
When it raises its ugly head
And the peaceful stillness of evening
Changes from my bed.
For just the briefest moment
The darkness of the night
Is no longer darkest
But suddenly becomes bright light.
That brilliant light from hell
Disturbs my sleep just so
And makes me want to kill it
When it thrusts its glancing blow.
But alas, I let it live
Even if for one more day
Because my tiny blog site
Inside its chip doth lay.
So, my hateful computer,
Filled with vengeance and a will,
Be grateful for your survival
Lest junkyard space you fill.
(And, yes. I could move it out of my bedroom, but that only works when you have a working space in the world outside the bedroom/office door.)