Digital genius you might be

The genius who made computers
Digital brains may be
Presumptive script
It’s bloody well ripped
Through the heart of me

Is it your intelligence
So robotic through and through
Or is it you are just the Pratt
Who does what all pratts do

Sometimes I pull my hair out
It makes me really mad
You are completely ignorant
And I feel really sad

Don’t you realise what we write
We want you silly arse
Your changing up by changing down
Anything but first class
It doesn’t have a bloody class
Thats if you ask me
You are all too clever
For your own good
Digital heads you be

Poets use a variety of words
But really you lot seEm
To fuck with my lines everyday
Until I have course to scream

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