Meadowhead Bard

Random and surreal poetry satire and short stories.

My Old Greycell Computer.

I am 71 years old and I still have my first computer. I’m using it at this very moment in fact, to compose this post, it sits on my shoulders about 5.5ft off the ground. It’s never had an update, I never let it get infected by malware or bugs, and I never liked spam anyway.

My Little Brain.

My little brain, it’s stood me in good stead
Whilst other brains around me, corrupted or just dead
Poison comes in many forms, I’ve always tried to avoid
TV ads I ignore of iPhone I’m devoid

Viruses don’t get in I keep the door firmly closed
Anything with aggression or violence I’ve always been opposed
So my little brain I keep it clean just like a temple
Don’t want to be like others I see, some utterly gone mental.

All words Meadowhead Bard.

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