Computers: a Poem So Bad It's Drunk

Late Friday night, I'm in bed No big parties, maybe just no friends… But those thoughts fade While catching up with the latest trends On the internet Surfing without reason My history a treason Food crumbs askew A glutton, not far and few When suddenly, I see a light Burning my weakened eyes ,and was it a sight My computer screen In front of me the pixels grin As I say a sin I couldn't believe what I was seein' My pants I was a peein' "Who are you" I ask "Dirty minds" it says back "Now listen here, whoever you are Maybe I've spent too long at the bar But you gotta go For I was busy on here, though You should know." "Don't you dear talk that way scum I'll send your history to your mum And busy with what, might I say Looking up pretty boot-aes?" Now fatty over here couldn't deny For what it said wasn't a lie But was this a hoax? So with reason and no regret He threw the computer in the toilet. (Okay, I know this sucks, but whatever >.< Incase it was hard to get, boot-aes means butt…that's about it) 23 March 2015