Such a sham is your U-Verse
Constricting pictures perverse
How can you want money from the bank
If I haven't had a decent wank
Your big business demands
Ruin my fapping plans
My phone, nary a call at all
To your store I go for the order tall
There are others in which I can fill my need
Yet you throttle my connection speed
Lower price I shan't need to barter
10 Times speed with Charter
If we were lovers, I would bet
We would be Romeo and Juliet
The potion you quaff in leather
Falling dead as I get better
When I awake to find you bereathed
Not a tear when I left
Only regret when you were alive
I wasn't able to make you writhe
In your urethra a rod of glass
The hammer falls to shatter the mass
No remorse as I leave
Content to just let you bleed