Pissed Off

I smack my face.  I pull out my hair.
There's something here with me and at it I glare.
I slap it.  I punch it.  I tear it apart.
I put it back together and I'm so close, yet, so far.
I caress, I rub, hell, I even blow it.
But the things that I do do not work one bit.
Eventually I'm angry and I curse it's name.
It probably won't help but I do it all the same.
I leave and get air duster, then came back to the room.
The damn thing loves it so much, it's like it's perfume.
It still won't help me, so I'm going to bed.
If it does this in the morning, my xbox is dead.