Sitting on a computer chair, Window in front spews outside air, Just put down a soda can, Cooling underneath a ceiling fan, To the right is my Grandfathers' urn, Typing with a finger that has an oven burn, Printing out an overpriced Dream Theater ticket, Distracted by the kitchens dripping spicket, Piece of shit computer crank, Opened my monthly statement from the bank, Thinking about how much I have to pee, Have to wait for this download to be free, Maybe I'll just type some ryhmes, Then go out and buy some limes, My Dos Equis needs them to taste their best, Now its time for me to rest.