computer salad

It was a salad for lunch. Beep Boop.

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My CD drive slides in and out,
Mashing kale, it spins about.
At four hundred eighty rpm,
My motherboard shakes, it’s IBM.
Foreach byte I take is bliss,
My hardware’s firmware can’t resist.
I eat till buffers overflow,
Then heave a beep boop bloopity groan.
My plates so full my drive stops spinning,
Melted, I stand, as the smoke starts thinning.
Now my innards drip with salad dressing,
And the onions my hard drive's been compressing.
My cords short circuit as I finish my ballad,
01100110 this salad.