My hatred to tim burners lee

this is a poem from me to all the persons out there whodoes not like computers but not computer games.
The first time we talked about you

I really did not want to be him to

for you are the nightmares in my dream
wouldn't I like to scream.

But you have the smarts

your brain weighs a hundred carts

for you have brought slavery to me

you should might as well flee

my brain is aching hard

I would never give you Christmas card

stop blowing my head off

i am going to have a big cough