I gasp as I sit here reading
about all those things that man is deleting,
and hope that this moment is more than fleeting,
because for once I’m not thinking about a song that goes “down skeet skeet”-ing.
When all this data is gone,
we’ll still have a backup system on,
and we can only hope that it doesn’t get hacked,
’cause if it does, all will be lost and that’s a fact.
I can’t wait for him to go to jail,
where all the food is stale
and life seems to move as slow as a snail,
because he will never get bailed.
