love song for computers

Do you hold hands with broken technologY? And does it make your electrons scream? Those moments spent with family computers- sure did me in. Business computers, first class, package handlers feasting over keyboard drunkedness.
Now the days and months have been deleted from my hard drive and the days are merely bytes of information, clouding clouding dusting up my keyboard- the one i live over. You could do a system restore; go back to when you were a healthy little thing firing on circuitboards.
Do you make promises to old computers? As obsolete as they are? Those times I spent here- gave me reason to believe its true. We are best friends, it's a nightmare for a parasite like me. I hate the sounds of other people but im aware of the popping in your keys.Its the popping in your bones that signals hours days seconds weeks, but here is no time for human demands.
When we go back to the dark ages, can I finally just get laid?
This computer is a friend, an enemy, a frienemy. The waste of orgasmic massage in the air, stinking and everyone can smell it on my flesh like a scarlett letter- but i am not ashamed. I did a good job pleasing myself, because no one else truly can anymore.
This blue white glow holds me though. It shifts and escapes and controls my days and my nights and gives me a secret timeframe for revolution. The revolution is personalized. We picked out matching random access memories. But you cannot give a computer a successful hug, or a scarf to make it start smiling.
So, tell me computer, why am I ungrateful? Self-serving, and unwilling to rule or fight the best of men. Sloshing in my health, when will I be as grateful as you are. If I clean you, if i scan disk your hard drive, among other things, you will obey me- so why won't I obey myself. The connection is slowing down, grinding, your fans are dusted with skin and hairs. Super information highway road trips are all in my head. But you make me smarter, you hold onto my tiny zip drive heart, you complete the operations.