FVç< YOU, JERKS. (An Ode to Joy)

I loved that video.

Then you emailed me an article,

exposing the artistry as a sham.
FVç< YOU, JERKS.

I was having a crappy day at work.

The line was slow.

You shouted at me and said-

not once but twice, so all could hear-

"Are you on drugs or just stupid?"
FVç< YOU, JERKS.

I choose my flavor of ice cream.

You choose yours.

You tell me how mine looks like boogers

and tastes like Idiot.
FVç< YOU, JERKS.

The movie was terrible.

I knew it.

I had fun anyway.

You snorted and

belched theorems,

declaring my fun was

totally Dark Ages.

You are the meanest Galileo.
FVç< YOU, JERKS.

My fantasy robots are still colossal!

My ice cream is smart!

I did not make the line slow!

My joy is not hurting you!

FVç< YOU, JERKS.
FVç< YOU, JERKS.
FVç< YOU, JERKS.