Poetry

Argg! (#1134)

Happy we are not,
Almost to the point of being distraught,
Forced to use what doesn’t work,
Flawed more than a mere quirk,
Stupid, inadequate tools!
The designers were fools!
With no funds to really fix,
It needs to be removed from the mix,
Pressure is building by the pound,
And this tool has us bound,
I abhor this unruly thing,
And the frustration it can bring,
Into it, I’d like to empty a clip,
No, I want to be free of its grip!

Any Thoughts?

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