So you decided to show up again.
Did you hear I lacked Internet,
Or that I am too busy to write?
You tickle me with such inspiration,
Give me so great ideas,
In the middle of my pooping...
I can't just get up and write,
I am a little busy right now,
Doing my daily business.
Or what about the times,
When my Internet goes bye-bye,
You give me so much to work on!
I try to write it all down on paper,
But it seems that evil pen is holding,
Some sort of curse like writers block.
All your idea's disappeared in seconds,
All stuck on my tongue like glue,
It seems only a computers key can undo.
Then we have the times I hate most,
When I have Internet and opportunity,
Just waiting, begging of you to hit me.
But do you, dear Petronella?
No, you leave me hanging in a line,
Treathing me like a toy
May I say that you are my worst friend,
I wish you where a person,
For then I would let you know.










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