bleak,cold,dreary is my mood,
no sun for days,my body is numb,
putting off chores,school work too,
never going to catch up.

angry at life,where are my breaks?
angry at myself,move on with life!
the mind wanders,does not want to concentrate
what to do? Let us eat something .

computers are our future?we are in trouble
they are cold,impersonal,addictive!
waste of time,surfing the internet,
casualty of science,yes,you bet!

the world is scary,not getting better
more news,more information,more fears!
time is scarce,run harder and fall behind
prisoner to time and computers,am I!

Shaking my head at my thoughts
can not seem to move away
the computer owns my soul
it seems to say I must stay!

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