Oh MSN, why do you wound me so?

By Skeleton Jack.

Oh MSN, why do you wound me so
You refuse the uninstall,
or even give an option to do so
A use tried to install you,
while double clicking like mad
Now I have to deal with you,
while windows settings you have grabbed
You refuse to let go,
or even acknowlege you exist
Now I'm stuck trying to setup windoze,
while it is still in your grip
No matter what I do,
nothing seems to change
I have the sudden urge,
to go and jump on B'hill G'hates head

Nothing has worked,
for a moment I am at a lost but suddenly a plan form in my head
It looks like Windoze was miss-installed,
it's somebody else's problem instead


I take a look around
at the technical world today.
I wonder where we went wrong
where our brilliance went astray.

The people are using
all the technology at hand.
But if we are so modern
why do so many not undestand.

I spend 5 minutes waiting
at the cash machine.
The person in front of me
just cant seem to understand.

The customer's are on the phone
complaining that the net doesn't work.
I calmly have to tell them
they has to hit OK first.

Some people dont believe
that the password does indeed work.
For some reason they get mad
when told their caps lock was hit.

We learned to drive cards
even though at first they were ignored.
Sill that happen to computers
can our hopes be so bold?

Then I take a look around
at the way we drive today,
and suddenly I'm happy
most of us dont use computers today.

I dont know if it's art, but I like it.