Saturday, November 10, 2007

Don't touch my Screen- A Poem

Don't Touch My Screen
By: Gerrit Coetzee

My LCD is shiny.
Your fingers, grimy.
When they combine,
your ass is mine.
I will burn down your home.
Bury you deep in the loam.
I smash your fingers with a brick.
I'll break your elbows real quick.
Let me reiterate,
you I will obliterate.
My LCD is clean.
It has a nice glean.
Your hands are soiled.
Your hands are oiled,
and if you touch my screen,
I'll be holding your spleen.
I'm serious.
Dead serious.
Don't touch my screen.

1 comment:

melanie said...

tuesday, 2 september, 2008 16:30 MAT

thanks so much for your lovely poem. i feel better that i'm not the only one that wants to scream when people touch my screen.

just to let you know, i have linked to your entry and pasted your poem here: