Poetry(sort of)

Software's a BAD IDEA

Here I sit upon a chair, and all I do is sit and stare. At software that some one has writ because they think they're good at it. And in the centre of my brain the tiny piece of me that's sane. Screams at me to quit this game and take a job with much less pain. Cos though it seems to me quite clear that software's just a bad idea, No one else upon this world has got the courage to be bold, and point out to their fellow man that software's really just a scam. So here I sit upon my chair and slowly sink into despair.