This damn machine, designed to help me write
Does nothing of the sort, in fact it stops
The flow of words from brain to screen by way
Of grinding the hard disk drive and switching
Focus to some blasted error, causing
Me to change to pen and paper but oh!
Would you believe it? There is no ink left!
I scribble furiously, all in vain.
What shall I do? These words I must commit
To solid form in some way or I’ll cry!
Instead I hack at granite, slate and coal
It may look tough but at least it still works!