d3Xt3r , 11 months ago

To Microsoft, a Song

In praise of Windows and its driver lore,
Since six, with XP, I’ve been at its door.
Each program ending with “.exe” does soar,
But issues, oh Microsoft, hard to ignore.

The automatic updates, without refrain,
Yet, a plea, loud and clear, let me explain,
Uninstalling Edge should be without pain,
Its consumption, like a feast, hard to contain.

Blue screens appear, with that mocking frown,
Error codes hidden, have me run around.
Important tools vanish, with no renown,
How to fix, when the drivers just can’t be found?

MacOS Monterey, a tempting fate,
Your Windows 11, issues to slate.
Notepads lingering, making me wait,
Preinstalled, yet feels it’s second-rate.

Your market share, a towering fame,
Yet sometimes, the OS feels rather tame.
To own our device is the end game,
But it feels like Windows plays its own claim.

Once in '92, Windows was a thrill,
Now, its charm seems like an uphill.
Linux rises, ready for the kill,
In 2022, it’s taking its fill.

In your shadow, Mr. Gates, we see,
Linus Torvalds spoke true, let’s agree,
A PC’s like air-con, clear as can be,
Useless it becomes, when a window is free.

So here I stand, my piece is said,
Hoping for better days ahead.
Non-open source, a path you tread,
In proprietary depths, where angels fear to tread.