Tap into a cell
again
- far too hard for me, old chap, this sum
arithmetic is way, like, too much pain
- I
need to hit the wine bar, stagger home.
Subtract and
multiply and add
- I
do believe it’s time - another round:
ask my PC, Apple, iphone, ipad;
move the cursor up - along - and down.
She is a rather
super looking mare
-
Paypal up an order to the bar
and we can be what, we, forever were;
self important, humbled, pissed and poor.
LOL Fabulous account of exactly how it seems to be for a lot of people who are now living with their best buddy the computer theres a type for you out there ;)) & it just about does do everything except make the coffee .:)) Love your poem here Again you have a gift of word that writes like no other Beez ;))
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it. With grace. :)TX
ReplyDeleteyou paste into cells. there are some people that are as comfortable w numbers as you are with words. thing is we can't go out and fry our brains with alcohol. but whatever - as a general description of the human condition it reads well. as a personal poem it reads "I'm Smarter Than You Are, Plus I'm Drunk"
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A fabulous poem, so apt for (or at least about) so many people. It seems to get harder and harder to do things the old-fashioned (retro) way, and of course, everything is becoming "retro" at an accelerating rate.
ReplyDeleteCreatively delicious
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