The connection is set
With perfect cables yet;
There seems to be a fuzzy
Hidden in the talented lies.
Practiced and rehearsed,
The manual said ever versus.
Batteries are sold separately,
With my missing information.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz
Fuzz, Fuzz, Fuzz
Dail up the world
all in the finger tips
Or so they say...
Clickty, Clickty, Click, Clack
Frustrated at my apparent lack
I sit, very so puzzled
What’s wrong with this ‘thing’?
So slow, but I need to go
Got this and that to do, so
Please say the golden words,
I want to be on-the-line!
Fuzz, Fuzz, Fuzz,
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Temporarily unavailable
Then I realize with utter horror,
Firewall, my unbeloved friend.















Comments
We really should colaberate something in a homicidal accent of sorts...
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My understanding of people isn't dead. It just smells kinda funny.
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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?
The poem is kewl! Yeah, but honestly you have a lot of better ones
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My child,you may kiss her.Kiss her dead lips if you will,as she would have you to,if for her to choose.She's not a grinning devil now-not any more a foul Thing for all eternity.No longer the devil's UnDead.She's God's true dead,whose soul is with Him!
thanks.. but it sucks.. lol.. i just wrote it for poetryplease contest... the topic was.. vague.. but myeh.. I don't hate it, but I certainly don't like it.
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Everybody keeps wondering what the answer is to "the question"... My wondering is what the hell is the question?
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My child,you may kiss her.Kiss her dead lips if you will,as she would have you to,if for her to choose.She's not a grinning devil now-not any more a foul Thing for all eternity.No longer the devil's UnDead.She's God's true dead,whose soul is with Him!
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