The IT man fucked up my life
On the twelfth of May.
I stabbed him with my paper knife,
Now I've been put away.
The program that he promised was
Too good to be true.
Eleven months I suffered cos
He hadn't got a clue.
That bloody man drove me to drink,
His work was so unstable.
He drove me to the fucking brink
Of yanking out the cable.
As I logged on that fateful day,
He got my evil look.
Not only had he turned me grey,
He'd blocked me from Facebook!
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