Here I am without my own computer
Making backups once again,
I have so much poetry to save
When will it end?
I already have a cd with my poetry on it
But this computer can't read the files,
I still haven't saved everything I've written
And poetry now, is my every day lifestyle.
I couldn't keep the other computer
As it was infested,
Infested with unknown viruses
I know this one, won't ever get infected.
It's going to take me the next month
To save my poetry again,
I got tired of writing it all out
Wasting paper, putting up with no ink in my pen.
