Most complex 'puter in the world,
Thousand chips and thousand cooling fans can't compare,
Lurking beneath a layer of hair,
I had a good one,
Clock speed was low, but the RAM was bitchin',
And then came a virus,
With a pretty little smile,
And high heels to boot,
Infected my systems,
Made every point moot,
Reduced me to writing stupid little rhymes,
And wasting all my time,
Writing poetry I don't even get,
And listening to Offspring too loud.
