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Three oranges
on a purple tablecloth

Three citrus dams
that can be opened easily

to edging thirst

You're intense as Einstein
as you brush that brush to
make some fanciful line
You're one of my ancestors
and I am proud of your kind
The designs you find
come directly from your mind
Designs garishly entwined
Shapes pleasingly sublime
You daub and lob
-a ******* intact-
While we observe with awe
your very talented knack

Yes, Freddie Gray, now it's the clock, the clock
Justice will come with the ticking of the clock
Soon full justice for those deadly hard knocks

I do think, darling
If you fixed me deviled eggs
Such work would show you loved me.

I've got the computer blues.
Where is a live human being?
Where is the touch of a warm hand?
Where are eyes I can look into and trust?
Gotta lose these computer blues or bust!
Once folks talked Windows of the Soul
Now it's Windows 7, Windows 8, Windows 9, Windows 10
More high tech to make us nervous wrecks.

I'm ruled by a tyrant's silent commands:
Click here, click there, double click, go back
Click again,  go to tools, , click advanced settings,
Click here, click there, ( hey! why the blank screen?)  click yes, double click
(hey! where did advanced settings go?)click, double click help click! click!
But help isn't helping, not a bit.
Not even in the quick digital "information age."
I whirl away in a rage!
Gotta lose these computer blues or bust!

I clear my throat.
Dare I speak?
WHO to speak TO?
I scream at the silent screen (unheard).
Much easier to talk to a bird.
Gotta lose these computer blues or bust!

Where is a live human being?
Where is the touch of a warm hand?
Where are eyes I can look into and trust?

Don't mind those creeps.
What do those creeps know?
How dare they trample
The FLOWER of your SMILE
And turn it into such a
STAB of solemn GRIEF!