A computer was something on TV
from a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
and a ram was a cousin of a goat
Meg was the name of my girlfriend,
and a gig was a job for the nights.
Now they all mean different things
and that realy mega bytes.
An application was for employment.
A program was a TV show.
A cursor used profanity,
and a keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something you lost with age.
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 inch floppy,
you hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public,
you'd be in jail for a while.
Log on was adding wood to a fire.
Hard drive was a long trip on the road.
A mouse pad was where the mouse lived,
and a backup happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home
and a virus was the flu.
I guess i'll stick to my pad and paper
and the memory in my head.
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash;
but when it happens, they wish they were dead.
~Chris Betts~ (Barak, Ice|Blade)copyright. 2003 �