The computer lies there, still and lonely

No companions, it lays there lifeless and empty

Suddenly, hands come pressing rapidly all over its keys

The pain that it endures every single day

The pain lingered on and on, and gets worse every second.

A game is being opened, the computer is going to suffer,

The hands aren’t typing anymore,

They were slamming, banging each key,

Pain surges throughout the laptop, he cries as a fist pounds him each time.

At the end of the day, the laptop shuts down, and drifts off into an empty world

The day is over for both him and I

My laptop is special, it’s always there for me

All the time, everywhere, even when I don’t need him

He’s reliable, trustworthy, and knows everything that you have to ask

He’s like a friend, only he can’t talk or annoy me

My laptop is my all, my friend and my companion