My computer's a disgrace, quickly slowing down the pace

Of downloading my new typeface, it's driving me insane

My excorcist was very sure that from my hard drive he'd procure

A demon that would take his lure; to enter in my brain

Curse and swear, don't you dare,

Please don't destroy my hardware

Now, good friar have a care

My patience is now quite low.

Higher price? Just say the word,

And more I'll pay, for by the Lord,

I've faith that I won't need my sword,

My Father, do you follow?

See the problem with e-mail? Loading slowly as a snail--

Now my my modem starts to fail, soon I think I'll crack

Faster now--look at the clock, I'm late to purchase my new stock

The price is falling like a rock, I want my money back.

This process has been such a bore, now I'm going--out the door--

I'll be at the computer store, to buy a new hard drive.

I feel sick, I'm seeing red, now some aspirin for my head,

[I can't think of a last line. . .]

There, it's finished for now--maybe someday I'll think of a last line.