Digital Diatribe

If only I could rock up to Strathfield Corporate Headquarters with some dude’s wife’s head in a box. That would show them…

So I gave in not too recently and went to the Dark Side.
I’m now the proud owner of a custom laser engraved jet black ipod (and a macbook pro which is Über hot, but more on that later).
“What does it say?”, you might ask. Good question, I might reply. But I won’t. I’ll just tell you what it says:

There are many others like
it but this one is mine.

I would have had the ‘it’ fit on the top line if I could, but it wouldn’t fit in any other way. Still looks freaking awesome.

“But what happened to your ipod that you tried so hard to get back from those fuckers from Strathfield Car Radio?”, you might also ask, and you’d be right to call them fuckers.
Well, today is the 6 month anniversary that I took it in for repairs so I wrote a little poem.

Roses are red,
As is my blood
which now boils in my skull at the thought of your ineptitude.
PS
Give me back my ipod you fucking fuckers.
Who said poetry had to rhyme?