An Ode to Mac by Mary

Jan 15, 2009Write!

Oh steadfast Mac
How I love thee
You do not succumb
To the Blue Screen of Death
You do not shutteth off thine self
In the midst of my ruminations
You steadfastly work
Surreptitiously fending of viral foes
You hold my life securely
In your digital hands
I thought I adored my former lover
Dell was his name
Until I flung myself in hope
At your apple-beckoning self
You have opened my eyes
To Dell’s sneaky, clunky ways
And I am forever indebted
With every megabit of being.