on looking into the attachment from somone unknown
Such hopes are raised as in dreams of old
and lonely lonely mates and dot.coms cum
together, brought by a wired and wily worm,
and despite everything that they were told
they opened their hearts, and let fate unfold,
and yet they knew Melissa and her squirm
and even those who should know better, were dumb,
as love, like any virus, took eventually hold
of their senses, and made them let go of defenses,
and they did it, the attachment was now open,
and movies, data, pictures, and company expenses,
were infected by love, and all that is left is the pen,
to resign, to write good-bye cruel world, offices
will never quite be the same again.
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