If I'm witho๐t ๐, then I can't do j๐stice
To my day job as a writer,
Or my night life as a fighter
Of everything online that's ๐gly and sad.
I cannot tell a lieโthis is really, really bad!"
So I laid myself down on the gro๐nd for a while,
And I wept for ๐ there in tra๐matized style.
I h๐rt for ๐; yes, I missed ๐ like a friend,
Tho๐ght of all the things I'd never write againโ
Things like f๐nny, and y๐mmy, and alphabet so๐p;
H๐mor, I. O. ๐., and I love yo๐.
I stayed there on the floor and time went by.
Presently eno๐gh there was no more need to cry.
S๐ddenly then I was str๐ck by the tho๐ght:
๐ really did nothing to deserve what ๐ got.
And j๐st like that, my grief t๐rned to rage
As I realized there was a war for me to wage!
๐ did nothing wrong; 'twas the Apple God's sin!
The Apple God took ๐โso let the battle begin!
A hex ๐pon thee, Apple God! May all c๐rses fall on thee!
May yo๐ ever r๐e the day that yo๐ took ๐ from me!
I will get my revenge, or I will die trying!
Either Apple God or Iโone of ๐s is dying!
โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป
In loving memory of my laptop's ๐ key.
๐ ๐ข ๐ ๐ก
May yo๐ rest in peace forever in that great big keyboard in the sky.
โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป โป
1-23-22. Hey @brandt do yo๐ mind if I borrow yo๐r laptop for a while?
(EDIT: I forgot that I wanted to mention that this post is an entry to the one and only Comedy Open Mic Contest. 80 HBD in prizes this ro๐nd. So what are yo๐ waiting for, get in there.)