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Blah, Blah, "I reconfigured the router settings blah, blah, bah," My commuting private space punctured By nonsensical verbal ejaculation. A human hand puppet in another row Decides to stimulate me with his drivel. "blah, blah, blah, replication servers went down," Blasting ice picks from my eyes, Plunging them into his head in mid-sentence, His eyes stiffened and his mouth froze in mid-phrase, He opened the ferry window and plunged into the bay. "over 200 network drops and blah, blah, blah," Returning to the now from this joyful vision, Realizing the crash test dummy is not dead, Still yammering and yakking at mach four, Enlightening us about nothing. "blah, blah, blah, went up the escalation list. . ." Please allow me to escalate you to heaven, Perhaps God will listen to you for all eternity, All his blah, blah is giving me a toothache, We begin to dock and so does his mouth. |
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