The Internet, a poem

I want the Internet
That’s what I want
10 working days my ass
I want the Internet
That’s what I want
Fuck u & ur shitty cust service
I’m talkin my illegal downloads somewhere else
That’s what I’ll do
That’s what I want

when I was a kid I had a fake imaginary friend.
“Can you see him?”
“No”
*whispers* “yeah me either”