“An Apple a day keeps the PC away” Gun Roswell

Ode to My Mac(intosh)

You let out a hum
As I turn you on
I am Flushing
As I am pushing
Your on switch

You light up
Without amok
It’s electric
Almost magnetic
I feel the itch
I am ecstatic

Cannot wait
As you bait
To touch all
Your buttons

Like a glutton
I will call
For you to deliver
As I wait and shiver
Reaching every height
Through your interface
The globe
To integrate

Guess it was love
At first byte