My Dog Ate It

by Anon

I want to say that “My dog ate it”

But that would be to lie

Because I wrote this poem on “Google Drive”

Where in less than five seconds all of my changes will be saved

And even if my dog ate my computer

I still couldn’t

say

“My dog ate it”

Cuz all my changes have been saved

On “Google Drive”

I could say that my mom accidentally deleted all of my work

But that would be untrue

Cuz what happens in the cloud

Stays in the cloud

Cuz I wrote this poem on “Google Drive”

When my parents were still kids

There was no such thing as a macbook pro

My dad’s TV got thrown out before he was ten

And then

There was no such thing as a macbook pro

So back then he could say

“My dog ate it”

I wish I could say

“My dog ate it”

But that would be untrue

Cuz

For one

She didn’t

And two

I wrote this poem on “Google Drive”

If I said that lightning struck my house and that wretched cloud

And my papers all burned

Which I note

Would be to lie

But the cloud is metaphorical

And so is the fire

And even so

I wrote this poem on “Google Drive”

Where every five seconds

My work gets saved

And even if I used

Hand grenades

My work still got saved

On “Google Drive”

So as you can see

There’s no way

That I could say

“My dog ate it”

Cuz that would be to lie

Cuz I wrote this poem

On “Google Drive”

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