I really hate this stupid computer.

A poem about projecting anger toward little things that you know aren't the cause of the problem. Or whatever you want it to be about.

I really hate this stupid computer.

It shut down for the fifth time today.

But it's too expensive to throw away,

So I'll have to deal with it anyway.

I really hate this stupid cell phone,

And all of it's stupid phone contacts.

They try to keep track of my acts,

When all I want to do is relax.

I really hate this stupid house,

And all of the stupid memories it holds.

The way that woman would always scold,

It's no wonder how our love grew old.

I really hate these stupid pills,

That alone, I'm not allowed to touch.

Because, if I take too much,

My vital signs just might declutch.

I really hate this stupid life,

And the way I'm forced to go through it.

But I have already tried to quit,

Suicide ain't easy to commit.

I really hate this stupid computer.

Yes, I hate this computer.

Author's Note

Tell me what you think, honestly. Constructive criticism is appreciated.