You try to set it up and get it right
but Microsoft has planned a sleepless night.
Fatal update failure - must reinstall;
and, when you think-on, better upgrade and all,
and go to windows ten, for troubles there
are maybe not as bad as eight has shared.
It all ticks so slowly, reminds me sure
of dentists way back when - such torture!
They had to change slow-drill bits, one by one!
"Just one more. Just another one!" His wan
fake smile, joke horrid gloat, Dr Toller.
I am sure with his grand-kids he would holler
and guffaw openly, no false unction,
poor slipping mask of his weary function...
But really that's no true comparison
Fat Microsoft v wraith health-champion.
No, the bloated programmers have lost it;
their code is all third hand. Logistics? Shit.
They don't consider 'if' must move to 'might';
Their bases are exposed, their ends too tight;
silly at mid-on*, piss their users off;
for what they care about is snout in trough.
HI
WE ARE PLAYING FOR MORE TIME.
WE HAVE RUN OUT OF EXCUSES SO
WE HAVE THESE PHRASES, BARE ON PAGE,
EACH ONE DISPLAYED FOR AN AGE,
BEFORE SLOW FADE - TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY.
ISN'T IT ALL SO EXCITING!
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* From US baseball, US football and cricket (a real world game, US) the metaphors are drawn.
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