BSOD - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I'm BSOD myself with pain and wonder
My whole life's been torn asunder
I need to find a place to hide
My PC had crash and died
My patience was being tested
And my heart became arrested
I must've been typing way too fast
'Cause I got the dreaded hourglass
I cursed the cursor to no avail
I began to worry about lost email
The screen morphed into an azure aura
My mind was rapt in sweat and horror
Getting this POS to work is really moot
When in doubt you must reboot
How sad that our life's are PC-ruled
PC's are just pathetically cruel