I never thought machines would leave me mad;
My psyche strong, my brain, my skills — all say
That here is one equation that’s gone bad,
The first one’s all I need to wreck my day.
Include each heartless digit once again;
Meticulously filling lines with text.
Save, quickly, run it once and only then
I see one error points me to the next.
A tear slides out the corner of my eye;
A salty scar, so all around can see,
I do not understand the reason why
Brains do not equal skill right now, for me.
My brokenhearted, angry thoughts make clear
My wish, to make this Apple disappear.