Often times, my boss has asked me what do I do for 8 hours in office, I look at him puzzled ….. I will need to report to him at some time , so I decide to write a poetry for him..
Its called for the “LOVE of Electronics”.. (ref: project i was working on at that time)
Why are you staring at me? I am just a BLACK BOX
Stop!! Don’t sway from side to side ..I got no label ..I am just a black box
They say I control things, I give current and I get HOT!
Ouch.. they drilled a hole in me, it hurts…
Oh wait, I got a companion , a white cable; she is sweet 🙂
Its dark in here..i got this blinking light on me but its no good!
Sigh.. I am just a BLACK BOX
I am sitting in dark , collecting dust , all alone..
Sigh ..I am just a BLACK BOX
They are arguing… I can’t hear right…
hmmm… they got a label to put on me….
Sigh… I WAS once just a BLACK BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!