Unhonored Matron

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Unhonored Matron,

we are done with you attitude, your unfeeling to us. Your condescending nature is nothing to bust.

We don't like the irritation you radiate when

we ask a simple question every now and again.

 

Your job is to teach, not rant about our ignorance

when in comes to computers, which we don't understand

yet you seam to not understand this when we ask help for what you demand.

 

Worst of all you take pleasure when you refuse us your guidance, under an illusion that we think it a game.

But in our very core we despise you, Unhonored Matron, we loathe your condescension and want you to leave. Bye Bye, now, we won't miss you, because you've never really been there.  

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