My Computer
I sit and stare at the screen
You wounder what it means
Wish you could understand the satisfaction
Try to understand the grativacation
I seam to get to complete a project
Or to find that object
Sometimes I sit here and get so mad
The things I try to find can't be had
I understand you get upset
At all the time I spend on here
But what is the fear
This is only a puter
You are so much cuter
So why not let me play
Real life makes my day


By: Teresa Smith