I just came across this poem about a Mac (it had to be a Mac) but it could apply to a PC too. Anyone who blogs, surfs the Internet or is otherwise hopelessly addicted to computers will be able to identify with this poem. We can’t do without our computers. Trust a poet to articulate our feelings perfectly. The ending is beautiful.

The poet: Gary Snyder. (For more about the Pulitzer-winning American poet, see Wikipedia, Modern American Poetry and Blue Neon Alley) 

The poem: Why I Take Good Care of My Macintosh

Because it broods under its hood like a perched falcon,   
Because it jumps like a skittish horse   
and sometimes throw me   
Because it is poky when cold   
Because plastic is a sad, strong material   
that is charming to rodents   
Because it is flighty   
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers   
Because it leaps forward and backward,   
is an endless sniffer and searcher,   
Because its keys click like hail on a boulder   
And it winks when it goes out,

And puts word-heaps in hoards for me,   
dozens of pockets of   
gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods   
strong on a vine, or it stores bins of bolts,   
And I lose them and find them,

Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly layed out   
and then highlighted   and vanish in a flash   
at “delete”    so it teaches   
of impermanence and pain,   
And because my computer and me are both brief   
in this world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates,   
Because I have let it move in with me   
right inside the tent   
And it goes with me out every morning   
We fill up our baskets,   get back home,   
Feel rich,   relax,   I throw it a scrap and it hums.