I had a question about a software,
It apparently malfunctioned.
The beeps and clicks didn’t fire.
The hardware was all haywire.
Banging hard at the keys,
Didn’t help the screen get bright.
Things ejected and whirred,
The camera I didn’t know,
Flashed brilliant and blurred.
Over thirty-six buttons,
And none of them said “Fix”.
Blue flashes and red lights,
Blinked and turned green;
Methinks aliens had landed on screen.
Unwired and unplugged,
I let the machine drain.
Juiced it up again,
Only to see a broken dud.
What was this contraption?
What was this trepidation?
I read Samuel Johnson,
He knew nothing of this brazen oxen.
If only software and hardware,
Can be as simple as Tupperware.
With an airtight press and click,
It preserves a severed head like a brick!
Purple Haze 