All in my head

My trusted partner in boredom and productivity alike, oh mouse wheel what would I do without you! You get too less credit for the ginormous amount of work you do. You remain obscure and under appreciated. Everyone who is anyone today should write poems about you, give you thanks for your great deeds. For, without you it is impossible to tackle boredom in employ and leisure alike. You are always there for me no matter what. All those long boring documents that I had to go through, you made it all so seamless and smooth for me.
Your true crowning glory however is that ability of yours to double up as a pretend-work contraption. Just when I am doing something I like at work and someone is checking on me in the background, it is you who I turn to, to pull of my act of 'actually working'. You make me seem much more productive than I usually am. You complete me mouse wheel, the doing-something-else-at-work me.
Another place you haven't ever let me down yet are during my long winded phone conversations where I quite frankly would like to be some place else. You take my mind away from it all and give me new direction. I could spin you and I'd be transported to a different place altogether where I can pretend to care about things I don't actually while scrolling away to glory in reality.
Oh mouse wheel! I cannot but be eternally indebted for all that wonderful work you do for me. How people who came before you, without such a gift such as your presence in their lives manage I ask myself!

Note: This post may strike a chord with people such as myself who are habitual mouse scrollers who scroll llike there's no tomorrow. Others like appa please, you might not appreciate.