50-port switch

In the strange world of racks,
Where every unit is pile of bucks,
I want to see on top
THE DEVICE, device of god.

When the time is missing out.
I still can plug in or plug out.
I’m ingnoring booker bitch.
I simply love my 50-port switch.

Too many wires, too more think,

Connected, course, all with drink.

Without them I will lose my mind,

And go unstable in emotional kind.

When the server is going down.
I still can plug in or plug out.
I’m ingnoring booker bitch.
I simply love my 50-port switch.

Don’t ask me, why I don’t need a girl.

I love my switch, that’s all.

Don’t call me a psycho man.

You simply do not undestand.

If for social life I dead,

In server room I understand,

Without him I feel alone.

My switch.. let’s change a route!

When the server is going down.
I still can plug in or plug out.
I’m ingnoring booker bitch.
I simply love my 50-port switch.

I simply love my 50-port switch.

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