“Out of Touch Blues”
I’m out of touch,
And so very much.
My computer’s sick;
I hate to pick…
But in my heart,
I can’t part.
With what I did–
I cannot fib.
I bought brand new;
Computer and shoes.
In just one day, they fell apart;
I wasted my money and broke my heart.
My feet are now bare; my files nixed.
I need the broken computer fixed!
Oh, what the heck–
Now I’ve got a sore neck.
I’ve stressed so much,
I’m out of touch.
This day is awful,
And that is no bull.

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