Know the Works
Sand particles drip from the fabric of my clothes
Like a sniper scope my eyes always look for it
Whether internet inhabits it I still know what it does
From my fingers to the keys, I always hear the click
Microsoft, Photoshop, PowerPoint, and Maya
No internet required
Paint, photo gallery, visual, and Camtasia
Utilizing the skills that throughout time I have acquired
Unlimited resources in my sandy palm
The battery you ask? Conservation is the key
I plan to stay clam
Utilize it when am truly in need
When its life does end
Tools can be made from the shell
Survive on the island I have now to attend
But without my laptop this truly would have been hell
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