Sunday, February 04, 2007

Paranoid Poetry

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

6 comments:

texlahoma said...

I admit it, I stole this concept from babs.

Nancy said...

Did Babs write this poem? I won't Google, I won't Google, just keep repeating...

texlahoma said...

I wrote it but babs inspired me with her conputer/Google problems.

Cassandra said...

Google got you! The bastards!
Great poem. I like, I like.

Cassandra said...

I had to post this on my blog. I gave you full credit. The truth must be known about the evil Google!

texlahoma said...

Thanks babs, you're all right.

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