Have computers a future? They've got out of hand.
Like nukes and carbon, it's time they were canned.
Starting out, of course, they were quite all the rage,
With folks checking spelling and numbering page,
Your neighbor passed on his forty-meg disks,
And a damsel paid great if her screen you could fix.
But it's always the same where there's money to make,
And Windows and others kept raising the stake.
Windows 3 or 95, or 2000.1,
I looked for advantages and really found none,
Though Dell and Big Blue sold many a set:
More oomph being needed lest your desktop fret.
But we've come full circle, as everyone bitches,