Poem -

Weary

I am weary of typing all day.
only to have this tablet wipe it 
all away.
Damn it this things so dumb.
you can only type with one thumb.
How much can I take but
it's my own fault
all the good computers I sold
or lost.
In the Oildale frame of mind.
Where everything's for sale or
trade or line.
Victim I cry but when I see
The harsher reality
I just need to not a
whiner be.

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