THE CONFUSER

I call my computer, the confuser.
How many times does she do me wrong?
Every day is another tragedy.
The computer is a whore.
It is a lover gone bad.
It is an evil mistress.
I need her, but she treats me like a dog.
She lies to me.
She takes from me.
She absorbs my time.
Why am I addicted to her?
When will I give up this obsession?
She is a heartless mistress.
I coddle her.
I take care of her.
I constantly purge her of her sins.
I give her cosmetics.
I give her my care.
Yet, she denies me access to knowledge.
She is driving me insane.
I thought I controlled her.
Yet she controls me.
I am damned.