Once there was a file, The file was used in a program. Unfortunately, could never smile, Digitally stuck in rolling RAM.
Wanting a life beyond the lab, To be called more than just a tab. Instead AMAZING, cool & fab, Being able to dance & dab.
Tired of being cut, copied and pasted, Duplicated, locked and wasted. So s/he married a trojan, And eloped, far from that dungeon.
To party with android & PUBG, Feasting on apples & candy.
Living life in blissful entirety!
Bonjour my fellow poets & poetesses, i know its been long but my exams are finally over *dab* I wrote this poem in my computer lab, with the first 2 lines left behind by some kind soul. Love, Megan.