My Hard Drive Is Full

My Hard Drive Is Full
by Mary J Fish

My hard drive is full. I can't
byte off another bit;
I think I'm ready to crash if
someone doesn't haul me
to the repair center
for a defrag
or a reformat. I can
no longer be refreshed.

I've shriveled from floppy to
disk to compact to thumb
drive all in a few short
years--at least it seems
like a few short years! My
days are numbered. I no longer
excel at anything.
I can no longer think of the right word to say.

Somebody better take me
quickly before I delete the
memories zipped tightly
in various formats and files
pasted temporarily on the
clipboard of my brain.
I'm afraid I will soon
become lost in cyberspace if something isn't done.

My hardware is turning soft; programs with
newer applications are constant
threats. I need to either update, upgrade,
or get exported before
my expiration date. I am
fully aware of my need to reboot
as I keep record in my notebook
which sits on my desktop
away from any and every mouse
that has taken over my cluttered
house. I am scared! I
really don't want somebody
to hit the delete button and
send me inadvertently to
the trash bin.

I really want to be saved! I don't want to lose
my head in the cloud.