7200
Today the Sunday
special brief
iCloud online
worship session,
I did attend
(via remote support)
found me
feeling pampered,
when adept
technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards,
thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and
zealous Gurus
who did expend
their religious fervor,
without proselytizing
and sanctified
dedication they proffered
as if this secular
chap hapt tubby
a long time
Facebook friend
diligently
persevered amidst
my woeful
yelping alarm
where bot sized
wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required
a secret char
which this netizen
vaguely understood
as unfair
be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase
additional farm
ming out
iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy
ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly
slaved over
with zest)
plus sundry
data necessitating
mooch hoe
legal tender
(probably every
last red cent
of mine) to
in vest
concerted
efforts of
at least
one expert
to test
her/his mettle
in an attempt
(dim prospect)
performing
an in quest
to retrieve valuable
data lost
amidst a nest
of inaccessible
"lost" information
(bantering
with computer
jargon
more so jest
with no intention
to "FAKE"
trumpeting
minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine
fifty plus
shades of
gray matter,
at my be hest
expressing
scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted
understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate
in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this
Macbook Pro
cuz,
positive experience
wrought with
Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage
against the machine,
and tack
toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing
with a cherry,
hearty, and
mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry
vis a vis
neurotransmitters
and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
