to mr. Lee

this is a poem from me to all the persons out there who
does not like computers but not computer games.

The first time we talked about you
I really did not want to be him to
for you are the nightmares in my dream

wouldn't I like to scream.

But you have the smarts
your brain weighs a hundred carts
for you have brought slavery to me
you should might as well flee

my brain is aching hard
I would never give you Christmas card
stop blowing my head off
i am going to have a big cough