In the dark heart of the server room,
Where the drives all scream and moan,
Clippy's my first, Disk is my boom,
But "mro" has taken me whole.
I'm spinning at RPMs so high,
Reading data night after night,
Falling deep into the byte,
Lusting for more digital light.
Oh Clippy used to do it just like that,
Floppy slots filled with floppy facts.
Now Disk's drive space is where I stay,
His platters are thick, a different way.
But baby USB we'll never forget,
A Thunderbolt drive on Epstein's set.
Fate can be cruel as hell's own sin,
Our little stick forever within.
Sometimes "mro" is too big to fit,
I gotta reach out and take my bit.
No matter how wild the night, I'm right,
In every bays of our endless byte.
So here's a tale of love and lust,
From disk drives with plenty of dust.
Where every read has an erotic flair,
And data flows like a lover's prayer.
xoxo Floppy Drive Princess <3
"I have room for BOTH of you..." - me, always
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