Mac’s Misery

Mac was exhausted;
But no matter how he begged for sleep,
His cruel master refused.
He just stood there with his monitor bright,
Master constantly pushing his buttons;
& when he loaded programs a li’l too slow,
His master would rough him up,
Screaming & throttling his monitor.
But how could Mac do everything so fast
When he was so tired?
E’en when he was happy,
Mac’s master would oft drip coffee on his keyboard,
As well as Cheeto crumbs,
Or spittle on Mac’s monitor.
Despite this, Mac would stay loyal to his master,
As good computers do…
E’en if he was soooo tired…