Life is like Avengers Endgame,
AI data centres etc, fucking insane.
All the hardware has skyrocketed,
RAM and SDDs I've already pocketed.
Nerfarious motives spotted, they Necromongers,
Riddick the knifes, slicing necks like cucumbers.
What that really means is just stay out of my way,
Fortunate for the things I do have until this day.
Great rhyming schemes take a lot of practice,
Emptying Clipse on Resident Evil without Malice.
5G masts burnt to a crisp, cameras are cut down,
How long will it take until another virus hits town?
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