Irrelative Poem of a Want

Call me selfish, but I want a new computer.

Sure I have a school one, but I need one that works better.

So that I can write my stories, save it all on there.

So that I can get this thing outta my hair,

Not worrying if it will crash

In the middle of the scene, story in the trash.

How horrible is the struggle, worrying if your work will be gone.

That's not what anybody wants.

This is my problem with technology.

Well, I have half the money for a new one, you see,

Until then, I will live, wait, and want,

What else can I do?