Flash Drive

Tue, 12/26/2017 - 18:01 -- Axelz

My mind is a computer,

It plays games,

Process information,

Turns to power-saving mode.


But if this is true,

Then what are my disorders?


They are flash drives,

Plugged into my mind,

Downloading rotten viruses,

To wreck havoc.

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