A poem about how much it sucks to be in my possition right now at the pc screen:

Internet not responding,
Is that so?
restart computer,
but was I right? no.

Cannot start successfully,
A shocking sight,
I tried again, and again,
It was like an epic fight.

Then I gave up,
Went to the tv,
and left the crappy,
screwed up pc.

Called in an IT dude,
He fixed it all up,
but 1 thing he couldn't fix,
were all the slip-ups.

Well, slip ups,
I mean real great stuff,
all my files, everything,
I can't rhyme with stuff.

I was left with nothing,
no pics, no clips, no sounds,
and most of all, no flash 8.
and for that, it costed 25 pounds.

It's about today, when all my files were deleted. and that is so bad, I wrote a crappy poem. Oh my god, that's bad.