Pfft. Why bother?

I need another article I think,

I type up a story with keys; not ink,

But no, I say, with a frown and a scowl,

"That would be better if it was written by an owl"

But owls cannot type you see,

Golly me,

Stupid T3

But monkeys can type, I infer,

Though their results would be like a blur,

Mashing and mashing,

Keys and mouses smashing,

And the whole room filled with fur.

Oh, a sweet lil' limerick I made,

It ends with a bang just like a grenade,

I could type further but no, a waste

Wow, it's pretty late, I'll make haste.

Wait, no, I forgot to change the clock at daylight savings time oh dear,

How can I live my life when the time isn't clear?

So it's only 9:17, that's fine

Write it all down, the time is mine.

Words on a page differ from words on a wiki

Note my pencil would not make a click-y

The lead wouldn't break,

Erase a mistake,

But no.... It just made a smudge,

I didn't rhyme, OH FUDGE!

There, I saved myself.

This is as boring as Interviewing Your Shelf,

The interviewer is saddening,

The article is maddening,

And it makes you want to kill your shmelf.

Having to press the colon key gets annoying,

Just a nuisance that takes away all enjoying,

Of course I forget every once in a while,

If only you had my reaction on file

So I could type up an EPIC,

About a funny-little creature,

Or I can make a rambling

That's sure to be feature

I could belt out the article of my dreams

And I have the time it seems,

The work, the work,

I sound like a jerk

I don't have the work ethic like my father,

So I think "Pfft. Why bother?"