[Douglas G. Brown]

(Boycotting) The Wrong Kind of Apple

It started in the misty days of yore
When I'd boot up my trusty Commodore;
What manner of a godforsaken sap'll
Refuse to purchase gadgets made by Apple?

I moved on to a Microsoft computer;
No gaucherie of mine was absoluter.
No matter what my cybernetic wants be,
The ghost of Steve Jobs never ever haunts me.

The money I have saved eschewing Apple
Presents me with no existential grapple;
Instead of iPhones, I can savor noshes
Of Fujis, Gravensteins, and McIntoshes.

If someday, Apple should get into trouble
And go the way of Bernie Madoff's bubble;
I'll shed no tears, but celebrate a wider
Experience with well-fermented cider.