Take A Hike Mr. Mac

Well here I am in front of my Mac
And it seems to be taunting me
“C'mon big boy, show me your stuff!
Mr. Fancy Pants Poet, let's see!”

“What great stuff have you come up with now
To set the literary world abuzz
Mr. Fancy Pants Poet between you and me
The world's not ready because”

“Your poetic prowess is beyond the norm
Your talents won't be surpassed
Where did your poetic skills emanate from
Were there poets in your family's past”

“C'mon big boy, I'm sitting here waiting
Got much better things to do
Like figuring out the true meaning of life
Or the sum of “two plus two!”

Well here's what I say to you Mr. Mac
Byte yourself and leave me alone
Creative minds don't have an on/off switch
When I'm ready I'll send you a poem