I could list both large and small The wide array of protocols IMAP, SOAP, and UDP, The ubiquitous TCP/IP. But I care not of these syntaxes But how your goodness wanes not waxes.
O dear young man I fear you be Enmeshed in tragic piracy. Perhaps ‘twas only months before You knew the path both kind and pure. But with keystrokes typed by night You’ve tresspass’d against many-a copyright.
O gentle reader, who can hold blame For how you fell into such shame? Perhaps your peers, these kids to-day? Or the spiteful efforts of the RIAA? Who could force you to such risks? Could disint’rest in you compact discs?
I fear the answer lies inside, Within your heart it doth reside. And now your morality shall expire Because you had to steal The Wire. But, alas! Would it be such a chore To purchase it all from the iTunes store?
Many posed the question will keep it confidential When dealing with matters of preference presidential But for me to shy away or start to wax tangential Would be to waste my blogosphere potential influential
So first I should admit my liberal disposition And the magnet on my fridge in shameless exhibition I voted for the man, my Chicago politician As he stands for diplomacy and existing preconditions
His foibles have brought to the left sobriety As mandates are replaced by increased anxiety But though he is not perfect it is best for society To be under mediocre Obama than the tea party