Blasted Internet
I wait and wait
for the pages to load,
it ticks me right off
I feel like I'll explode.
Being charged too much
for a crappy internet,
gets slower every night
this, I won't soon forget.
High-speed internet, my butt
seems more like dial-up to me,
I'll be glad to get away from this
and finally, I'll be free.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
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