Symphony of Anguish

... or, "An Open Letter to Apple Inc., 1 Infinite Loop, Cupertino CA, 95014" Listen It's not that I don't love this thing I do. Really. The brushed aluminum chassis sits by my desk Like an objet d'art The Quad-Core processor Makes Photoshop sit up and beg for its supper It's probably gotten me laid But here's the thing I tend to walk barefoot Around the apartment And when I stub my toe on the aforementioned Brushed aluminum chassis Oh my sweet holy bag full of shit does it hurt Hurt like a banshee Hurt like a storm surge A symphony of anguish Where each note is plucked upon a nociceptor In my fifth metatarsal So how about you guys work on that Okay?