Poisoned Apple
The Poisoned Apple sent to me,
Drives me crazy!
Stocked with futility.
One page after another,
Makes my heart flutter!
"Continue," it says.
The screen glowing bright.
I do.
Only to see,
"ID not accepted,"
Again!
Time to revise,
The tempest inside!
Before the Apple begins its ride.
Out the window,
With no place to hide.
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