I gave my computer an evil stare,
Why will it not work? Why doesn't it care?
I gave it a smack on its stupid side,
But it was no use; it finally died.
Those viruses from Grokster and Kazaa
Caused me to witness this death that I saw.
I sighed and got up from my rolling chair,
And angrily raced my hand through my hair.
Seeing that this was the sixth time this year,
I threw my monitor and saw its gears.
I laughed as that piece of crap hit the floor,
Then grabbed a baseball bat and hit it more.
I yelled and screamed and some people ran in,
They asked how I was to pay for the win.
I didn't care and I just simply shrugged,
But then I saw that it was just unplugged.