2012/06/09

Antique - 2012/06/09

It scuttles across the floor
Simple minded it stays alive
We all dream of murdering it
Despite this it still thrives

Everything it makes is flawed
Elitism has this whipping boy
How can anybody be productive
With that cheap overrated toy

Cavemen hidden in plain sight
Ignored by all who could care
For they are now quite immune
To judgments harsh cold stare

Its successor quickly buried
Rotting in the paupers grave
It died fighting so valiantly
Killed by ones it was to save

Behold this a slice of future
Built from relics in the past
Even cruft made by daft fools
Has the chance to forever last

Let the infinite race continue
A thousand monkeys typing away
Given a long enough time line
They might supplant it one day

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