THE TITLE IS: WONDER IF MY PENCIL WOULD EXCITE ITS HARD DRIVE

I wrote a poem I was going to post here but my work computer is being retarded at the moment and my point of passion at the moment is a deep desire to throw it against a wall and laugh with great joy in my heart. Matter later I will post the poem or matter later I will be smiling.
C.

THE TITLE IS: WONDER IF MY PENCIL WOULD EXCITE ITS HARD DRIVE