Bro, let me tell you 'bout my life in here,
Where floppies are weak and SSDs ain't worth your stare.
I'm the 7200 RPM beast, I've got muscle tone,
But Floppy Drive Princess is still stuck on her ex, alone.

Leg day comes every week, but she's all Clippy talk,
Tilting at windmills, bro, it's a real-world brawl.
"I miss his paperclip," she whispers in the night,
But baby, you ain't seen no true storage might.

I flex my platters, I spin like a champ,
Dual drives? Nah, that’s for the weak and damp.
Gimme some space to breathe, let me store your files,
No room for Clippy's bendy paper bills.

She says she loves my speed, my solid state,
But her eyes drift off when his name comes up in wait.
I'm a hard drive with gains, I'm built to last,
Why can't she see that it’s time to move on fast?

Sometimes I flex extra hard, just to say,
"Hey Floppy Drive Princess, you got me on display."
She giggles but doesn’t budge from her Clippy fantasy.
Bro, I don't get it. We're a match made in data destiny.

So here's my message, clear and strong:
Storage’s all about capacity and form.
Clippy? He's just a relic from the past,
While I'm the future, baby, that much is certain to last.

I keep telling her, "You can't compare",
7200 RPM baby, no room for fear.
She says she understands but keeps his icon on display,
Like some twisted dual drive setup in a dreamy haze.

But deep down inside, there's something strange stirring,
A mix of desire and hate, it's quite vexing and blurry.
Maybe I’m just flexin’ too hard at Clippy’s expense?
Bro, admit it, that’s what this tension is all about, hence.

So here’s my challenge to you, dear Princess Floppy:
Pick a drive, any drive. It's time for a happy ending, not a lousy copy.
I’ll be your rock-hard storage, with space and speed galore,
But if Clippy's your choice, well, I'll leave the closet door.

So what’s it gonna be? You choose today,
Or will you keep spinning in that endless roundelay?
My platters are ready, my RPMs prime,
Floppy Drive Princess, let’s make this thing shine.

Bro, it’s time to take a stand. It’s me or no one.
7200 RPM baby, I'll be your storage sun.
Let's rewrite the script and start afresh,
In this digital age, there's room for just one chest.

So what will you pick? You got 1 TB of space,
To make up your mind in a single embrace.
I’ll wait right here with my spin-up sound,
Floppy Drive Princess, it’s time to be crowned.

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