Under the cut is a short rhyme, why do I get more and more enraged by computers and a sedentary lifestyle.
Who flies to the world of toys?
Who's left to wait quietly
Resting on fluffy pillows?
love, hope, dream
That our real world will return
Into whose virtual world is the window?
And the night Persian will break through with his shoulder
Through the captivity of illusions in the husband's house?
So whose pisish fun
who got aged at the end?
Whose ass has become unbearable?
Whose dick won't get up at last?
Work burned me in the trash
We got CAD and CAE
Turned you into coal
Steam game shit.
And why don't we sleep together?
Once there were husband and wife.
Whose song is fading in the fresh?
Whose mind is hardened by bark?
Who is guilty? What to do next?
In short, give me your computer here.
Let plywood fly through the glass
All games and softin info-com.
Β© AlexKaz 25 May 2019
Source: habr.com