Got a Google chip in my head
Because of the bad things that I said
It didn't make me crazy
didn't make me a slave
but I can't get close
to the microwave
I have to push the button
then run run run
I listen for the ding
then I know that it's done
I never think of Google
in a negative way
or I won't wake up
till the following day
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6 comments:
I admit it, I stole this concept from babs.
Did Babs write this poem? I won't Google, I won't Google, just keep repeating...
I wrote it but babs inspired me with her conputer/Google problems.
Google got you! The bastards!
Great poem. I like, I like.
I had to post this on my blog. I gave you full credit. The truth must be known about the evil Google!
Thanks babs, you're all right.
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