L.B. Strawn , Enraged</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=39.htm>L.B. Strawn </a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Enraged</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>For months, when afforded some extra time,<br>I've been, more than busily, engaged<br>In typing and storing many a rhyme.<br>In learning I've, sometimes, become enraged.<br>The storage system is called a computer<br>And it doesn't always follow commands.<br>Sometimes it becomes a downright disputer,<br>Making it's own questionable demands.<br>Either it's going to learn my language,<br>Or, I'm going to have to learn it's.<br>Or else, it just might need a bandage<br>After it throws some nasty fits.<br>Why can't it learn to listen to me?<br>I'm the boss--my money bought it!<br>Which is the servant and which is free?<br>My freedom? Perhaps I just thought it.<br>Whatever happens we must understand<br>That one of us will have to give.<br>Most likely me---obeying it's command<br>That, together, peacefully, we might live.</b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>