When the Wifi is out
You’re confused. You’re mad. You’re flushed. You’re sad
You don’t know what to do
You can’t figure it out
You’ve exhausted your options
You’re filled up with doubt
The green buttons are lit
But the signal is down
You’ve sunken down deep
All the way to the ground
Netflix and Hulu,
And HBOGO
Apparently all run
On WiFi, who knows?
There’s little to do
There’s not much to fix
Except maybe watch
Some DVD flicks
I bring up the topic
Because I’m stuck in this state
A WiFi-less brat
That can’t masturbate
So I’ll force out these rhymes
Without a care or a worry
‘Til my signal is back
And I can leave in a hurry
My Wifi is back
Oh hallelujah
This poem is done
So I can stop rhyming
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