The Evil Computer

January 4, 2014

My computer is evil watch and see.

Can you see its black face staring at me?

It plots and it laughs gaily from within,

The mouse as its whip and the keys as its grin.

This thought it preposterous that is true,

What make the computer evil is you.

You can search the whole world at your fingertips,

What you watch and see escapes from your lips.

Garbage in garbage out is what they say,

So what did you put in your mind today?

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