you did it.
you made it.
the rest of you died.
i just wish you didn’t make it
and died like the rest of them;
because i’m now here
thinking that you should’ve
manned up and dished out that $250
(or whatever it cost back then)
so that i didn’t have to write this poem
about how truly idiotic you are;
but hey, i guess that’s just what dudes do.
enter, enter, enter,
escape, escape, escape,
backspace, backspace, backspace,
delete, delete, delete,
ABORT, ABORT, ABORT!