My Computer

I loathe my laptop

And it despises me

It harries me

Plaguing me with choppy transitions

And freezing,

Sitting unresponsive

Every time I come to the verge

Of something important

In my frustration

I hurl insults

And shake my fist

I restart it repeatedly

And glare as it flickers deceptively

Yet it knows

It knows its use to me

It keeps working

just well enough

So that I can do nothing more than snarl

But one day

One day

It will push me too far

And I will take a pickaxe to its body