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
Copyright © Brie Lovely | Year Posted 2015
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