Entering a room of magic monsters,
Feeling I’m becoming but a mouse,
Wishing that my head, so full of nonsense
Can get over all of this tough stuff.
I can’t Zoom into computer puzzles.
Truly, our time is like a flash.
I feel like a dog that wears a muzzle
And my thoughts and feelings always clash.
I have opened Windows, wide and vile,
Very soon, I’m gonna want to sneeze!
How I wish that I would save all files:
My poor nerves need solitude and peace.
My computer’s locked, but I don’t know,
How to get in, through what kind of keys,
As I’d skipped my lessons! Work is slow.
Shows by Opera make my heart freeze.
These dull sites will push me to my Edge.
I cannot excel in tough Excel.
And my muscles now deserve a stretch
As my woes are macros. Problems swell.
Do I need a tablet for my head
Or a tablet that’s a good PC?
Or should I have earlier gone to bed?
I can only bet. I need to see.
Well, I’m good at Word, but still, no word
Can describe my journey to success.
I can’t fly to it. I’m not a bird,
And at home, I do not have Access.
Yet this day had passed, as if a bug
Had invaded outdated programs,
And the teacher's shoulders had to shrug,
When she saw the answers to my problems.
© Dmitriy Belyanin, 2018.
