Hocus Pocus

I worked on the document at large
But the computer fried like a barge

The computer has its own glitches inside
I will never be the future if I hide

So I must say today that this is just
A computer must improve his or her own dust

The computer never gets far in life
For he never will have a wife

But the computer has no common sense
And only glitches remain in the brain of the dust

Or whatever trash pile it becomes for eternity.