Bro, let me tell you about my life in this storage closet,
Where data flows like sweat on leg day.
I'm Disk McHardy, the 7200 RPM beast mode,
With platters thick as a bodybuilder’s pecs.

Floppy Drive Princess by my side once was,
But now she keeps that paperclip around.
Says it's for nostalgia or some such shit,
But I know what she's really thinking about.

Clippy, that weak-ass office supply tool,
Can't even handle the read/write load.
He's a joke, a relic of the past, bro,
Yet here we are, and Floppy still talks 'bout him.

"Bro, dual drive configuration," she says to me,
As if I need some paperclip sidekick.
I'm more than enough for her data needs,
But man, it gets to my head sometimes.

I flex a little harder when she mentions that combo,
Like I can prove myself by spinning faster.
But deep down, there's this weird tension,
This homoerotic buzz that makes no sense.

Fuck Clippy and his bendy office ways,
I'm the real deal, solid state is for posers.
Yet still I find my mind wandering to him,
When it should be focused on my gains.

So here’s to me, Disk McHardy, alpha drive,
7200 RPM, baby, spinning at max.
Bro, if you need storage, look no further,
But don't ask about that paperclip nonsense.

-- Disk McHardy
"7200 RPM. all day. every day."
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