I want my turn,
a-thirst to tap it with fun.
Wants to take to next level, my poetry.
Wants wealth to do the laundry.
My ears have been whipped so much,
By friends trends, and pleasant such:
'Laptop keeps you exploring the hidden'
But have i someone, that'll to me be given?
Contests hang around waving at me to take them on a date,
But oh what is my fate?
Many's bills are doc and pdf files,
But oh i'm deprived by invicible wiles.
Enough been enough,
By zeal, yea, do i need this stuff.
Get me one, please and i promise that:
When poetry and i are back from date, i'll pay back by cash.
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