Being dragged kicking and screaming, to be dumped in the recycle bin,
is it annahilation of certain doom deletion, or will I be forgiven?

Hoping for a second chance, or dejection of rejection,
on the Windows Y2K supercompatible, never need another upgrade, hmmm operating system.

I’m only a measly 100KB, doc file in word processing,
a bit map and text article come magazine, on the artful craft of knitting.

I’ve got no bugs, been good as gold, never been an ounce of trouble,
multi platform compatible, with attractive data, that’s oh’ so educational.

I don’t want to be deleted; I want a virtual life,
I want to survive on this hard drive, not be a total disk wipe.

Don’t dump this class file out the trash, to be a riff-raff total loser,
Want to count to the proccessor, be a memory, to be abused by users.

Don’t want depletion of deletion, redundant to instruction,
no prayer for a connection, incompatible rejection.

If you do, I could become a killer mutant virus, with fragments of my life,
please, please don’t delete me; please save this 100 kilobytes.

Be merciful oh’ mighty powerful user, take your finger off the mouse trigger,
save me from this doom filled hit list; restore me to my folder.