Carved into the bottom right side of my screen
Mocking me with your every movement
And judging my every word, silently, harshly
With every nuance of your pixilated eyebrows
I please you not, foul Microsoft Monstrosity
Your eyes half closed as if you were tortured
Forced to endure this piteous drivel my agony packed vomitus
Spewed upon the pristine white of your stately Kingdom
With an outward contempt that is palpable
Ooh! Lookie there! Youve scratched your head!
As if I had written something to cause such confusion
Oh do tell, Miserable Metal Menace
What was it that elicited such an inflated response?
Or was it that your tiny, bent head did truly itch?
And when your beastly form at last falls in a crumpled heap
From exasperation, disgust or simple ennui
I will delight in your demise, your collapse, your defeat
And leave your heaving body to die and then rot
Fetid, finger-****** agent of Evil
DIE PIG!!!!!!!!!!!! DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Get on your paper clip bike and ride!!!!





