You do not want my body
You long to press your mind against my mind
and
share with me wonderful auroras
of brain chemistry
and
encoded imagination
I want to be one with your
body
I want to share the things I cannot verbalize with my thick and cloying tongue
My mind runs a copy of you
Like a stolen copy of Mac OSX
In my mind
You are fucking me
In my mind
You are buried between my legs
You are fucking spelunking with your dick
and
OH GAWD you can be the Indiana Jones to my Lost Arc any time!
In reality
You are running Windows Vista
and
I am tired of your screen saver
That pastoral farmland gets plowed more often than I do
We seem to have encountered
A software incompatibility
Mac has a conversion program
There’s probably an app for that
But damn you Windows Vista
You just keep rejecting me
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