I once programmed a video-recorder -
Sat there for hours growing tetchy and grumpy,
Melded mind with plastic,
Brain-cells with paper instructions,
Feelings with electricity and silicon junctions,
Finally broke through to ENLIGHTENMENT
And found myself staring aghast and flabberghasted
At a remote that actually SEEMED TO BE DOING ITS JOB!
Lost the battery the next week,
The week after that the video got kicked,
The week after that unplugged,
And then my kids pressed all the wrong buttons.
Now MY buttons stay firmly unpressed,
I will not rise to the bait of ‘how easy it is’,
Nor will I describe in loving detail to my friends
HOW CONVENIENT IT’S MADE MY LIFE.
Instead it sits there, sulking and glowering,
And I ignore it -
Best way to deal with
MACHINES THAT DON’T WANT TO FUNCTION!
