A very very very short story.
A very very very small family
was half a fingernail tall
and lived beneath the keys
of a computer that sat next to the wall
and every morning and every night
they'd have to run really fast
to escape the pushes of buttons
so that they wouldn't be pushed on or smashed.
They got their sleep in the '90s
they slept a little less in '02,
but as soon as some guy called a f a c e b o o k arrived
they're zombies, for sleep is much due!