Slow and skipping, loads too slow,
Probably hates me, the page it won’t show.
Gigabytes worth of anime pics,
Manga, Doujinshi, and Maki’s remix,
Harry and Draco, so fun to slash,
Demons and Angels with blood from a gash,
Fanfics from all the series I like,
Seto, Shuichi, and Sasuke on the mich’
Puppy, psycho, puzzle, and pride,
So many shippings, little time to bide,
Story ideas, tekteked avvies about,
MP3s of songs with a scream and a shout,
Original stories and poems galore,
And by now you’ve noticed, I’m a comma whore…
The start menu’s silver, ItaKisa on back,
Everything’s darkened, and color is lack.
Zetsu, Deidara, Sasori and all,
Akatsuki madness from wall-to-wall,
Here and there you may even find,
A bit of old school work, lost in the bind.
Pretty Cure, Naruto, and so much more,
Organized nicely as techno-décor.
Internet browser open day and night,
Each of my favorites are having a fight,
Fight to the top of my “to-click” list,
Y!Gallery or Gaia, none shall be missed.
An hour before school, and all hours after,
Spent reading fanfics, for tears and for laughter.
Never turned off, ready for me to work,
On every site, in the darkness I lurk.
This may make you wonder, if I have a life,
Live with this PC, not stabbed with a knife.
To be honest with you, I’ve broken it twice,
And been tempted to mince it, chop it and dice,
But I love this old piece of scorched and crushed s**t,
No matter how annoying, I love each little bit,
So I put up with its nonsense (although no one else can),
And treat it with more care, then I ever would man.
It may be a nuisance; it may be a pain,
But it puts up with yaoi, so I’ve got nothing to gain.
It may crash and burn, and it may be mundane,
But at least (unlike humans) it has yet to gone insane.
Probably hates me, the page it won’t show.
Gigabytes worth of anime pics,
Manga, Doujinshi, and Maki’s remix,
Harry and Draco, so fun to slash,
Demons and Angels with blood from a gash,
Fanfics from all the series I like,
Seto, Shuichi, and Sasuke on the mich’
Puppy, psycho, puzzle, and pride,
So many shippings, little time to bide,
Story ideas, tekteked avvies about,
MP3s of songs with a scream and a shout,
Original stories and poems galore,
And by now you’ve noticed, I’m a comma whore…
The start menu’s silver, ItaKisa on back,
Everything’s darkened, and color is lack.
Zetsu, Deidara, Sasori and all,
Akatsuki madness from wall-to-wall,
Here and there you may even find,
A bit of old school work, lost in the bind.
Pretty Cure, Naruto, and so much more,
Organized nicely as techno-décor.
Internet browser open day and night,
Each of my favorites are having a fight,
Fight to the top of my “to-click” list,
Y!Gallery or Gaia, none shall be missed.
An hour before school, and all hours after,
Spent reading fanfics, for tears and for laughter.
Never turned off, ready for me to work,
On every site, in the darkness I lurk.
This may make you wonder, if I have a life,
Live with this PC, not stabbed with a knife.
To be honest with you, I’ve broken it twice,
And been tempted to mince it, chop it and dice,
But I love this old piece of scorched and crushed s**t,
No matter how annoying, I love each little bit,
So I put up with its nonsense (although no one else can),
And treat it with more care, then I ever would man.
It may be a nuisance; it may be a pain,
But it puts up with yaoi, so I’ve got nothing to gain.
It may crash and burn, and it may be mundane,
But at least (unlike humans) it has yet to gone insane.
>> Only the blackest of hearts