My Oh My Mac

As old as a temple it sits on my table,
And grips on, with it legs as rubbery as a cable.
It sits there because to me it is as extraordinary as a fable,
But to others it is as worthless as mould.
It blinds me, with its surface as shiny as gold,
And don't forget, the screen that can fold.

Once I start using it I can never come off,
Even though the keys are dirty as a pig’s trough.
Hours go by and I am still going click, click, click,
I won’t get off even if somebody gives my ear a flick, flick, flick.
I am addicted to the screen that is brightly lit,
However everybody goes by and says if you don’t get off you won’t be fit.