| A computer was something on TV From a science fiction show of note A window was something you hated to clean And ram was the cousin of a goat. Meg was the name of my girlfriend And gig was a job for the nights Now they all mean different things And that really mega bytes. An application was for employment A program was a TV show A curser used profanity A keyboard was a piano. Memory was something you lost with age A CD was a bank account And if you had a 3-in. floppy You hoped nobody found out. Compress was something you did to the trash Not something you did to a file And if you unzipped anything in public You'd be in jail for a while. Log on was adding wood to the fire Hard drive was a long trip on the road A mouse pad was where a mouse lived And a backup happened to your commode. Cut you did with a pocket knife And paste you did with glue A web was simply a spider's home And a virus was just the flu. I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper And the memory that's in my head I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash But when it happens they'll wish they were dead. |
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