I know the culture of the keyboard.
Some escapes me, but I find escape useful.
It grants control, opens options, makes an exit.
I can find shortcuts, route c and v,
A combo of consideration,
although you want to consider,
characters for self-made things.
Original concept mine, do not steal, copyright,
get it out of the picture, for this thousand-word,
(give or take) illustration is mine.
(as if I could stop keyboard pirates)
Without s so much of my work would be lost,
in time, to crashes in autumnal frost.
Control is important, for cars and for keys,
perhaps not for cultures, or computer mobiles.
(at least there's an audience,
terrorism, bombs, hate, cartoon violence,
hello prying eyes, does your search bear fruit?)
Whatever was the point of numlock? I forget.
Now, enter, space and its back thereof, they're old friends.
Editors in chief, arrangers of letters,
also, numbers and full stops alike.
Punctuating my work with comprehension.
What else is there to say? I'm familiar,
most familiar, with the shift, pinky swear.
Entwined as we are in matrimonial plucking,
choosing, deliberating, delivering,
children of an alternate option. We do not judge.
(shut up Caps, nobody loves the loud and clingy)
My fingers are bent claws, typist's digits,
Quaking and creaking over an '07 logitech brand,
I hear they've got newer and better since then,
digital revolutions away from what I've got,
but I know the culture of the keyboard.
Qwerty is the way, to wasd is to move.
Ctrl Alt Delete