COMPUTER "POETRY"

COMPUTER

You will ask why the computer.
It's that she lets herself be touched, at any time.
He pays attention only to me, without delay.
I can tell you, details of my life and do not tell me come now.

I can tell you, stay and wait and do not grumble.
Only willing, to stay without excuse in the area.
I caress her carefully, and if she falls, she forgives me.
He does not shout at me, he ignores me.
At night, less now

If I fail, it only warns me, and says, try now.
It gives me warning. He does not claim me less, he controls me.
I explain what I feel, on your keyboard.
Rectangular, and she does not tell me I'm tired.
Madrugas, and you will see if you cry.

I can touch your buttons, with lust.
Passion, wrapped in mind, gently.
And in my hands they are silent.
The keys which cry.
By my side from Venezuela to Patagonia.