Compassionate Computer Guy To His Love
Come chat with me and be my special friend
And we will all the internet explore
The blogs, the webs, the hours we’ll spend
We’ll hack and open each forbidden door
There we will sit at our desks
And listen to those in cubicles
As we drink our Red Bulls sitting at rest
Melodious sounds from infinite electricals
And I will make thee a bed recycled vellum
As the fragrance of ink and chemicals meld in
A cap of vines and violet plastic flowers
We’ll sit at our computers and wile away the hours
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