My hands got used to pen and page
And find it hard to type with grace
Upon the QWERTY on the Mac
Which used to be the only place
I wrote my lines in for my verse
And wrote my lies in for my work.
Though now my thumbs can swipe a screen,
The other fingers feel a jerk
As I attempt to type on Mac
The type of things that make me doubt
If this is what I studied for,
If this is what my life’s about.