Happiness is a new wireless mouse

I bought from Staples earlier today

November 18th, 2024
cuz the the older one malfunctioned.

 

Said older generation mouse sported
a rather extensive "mouse cable,"
one end of which ended
in a standard connector
namely a USB (Universal Serial Bus),
which plugged into the Macbook Pro computer.

 

Though the aforenamed laptop
equipped with a small square panel
containing different touch-sensitive areas

linkedin with cursor movement.

 

I much prefer to manipulate

that amazing hand-held device

detecting two-dimensional motion,

and translates "planar motion"
into cursor movement,
and yours truly (me) particularly elated

after quickly jimmying electronic
palm size pièce de résistance

to function without a hitch.

 

As part of an ARPA-funded experiment

to find better ways for computer users

to interact with computers,

Douglas Engelbart of SRI—

who would later work

on the DARPA-sponsored

ARPANET project,

the Internet's precursor—

invented the computer mouse.

Perhaps growing up
and attending public school
within Lower Providence, Pennsylvania
where quaint accoutrements
like blackboard and chalk
(and a daily volunteer -
ofttimes a teacher's pet - NOT ME
(hashtagged as a pestilence)
satisfactorily wiped the slate clean
for another day).

Matter of fact, I barely completed

twelve years of education,
where cribbed writing of mine
wrote illegible scratch marks

(mostly drawing blanks),
when examinations got handed out.

In retrospect, the much younger me,

(whether as a little boy, prepubescent,

older teen, and even as an emerging adult)

lived a quite sheltered life totally oblivious

to any danger field), and allowed, enabled

and provided himself to be mollycoddled

much against the objection

of a father and mother, and even myself,

whose pledge of allegiance

to passive aggressive behavior

wore patience thin

 

toward their singular male offspring,

whose unnatural control

of his (mine) spontaneity

in tandem with suppressed healthy predilections

essentially stunted emotional, mental

and physical growth and maturation.

Ofttimes, especially when trying to coax
extemporaneous good humor
constituting mine introspective mien
synonymous with mean during little boy

 

(think quintessential generative
artificial intelligence realm
where chatbot accidentally waxes philosophical
randomly and unthinkingly
displaying creative binary agility )

surfaces to level of consciousness

a mindset awakens
(particularly when attempting to evince
a playfulness crafting literary endeavors)
analogous to the impetuousness of a child,

whose innovative spirited "joie de vivre."

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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