Mr. Cs Virtual Valentines

Of my attempts to rule search
You should be quite wary
Though my persona can sometimes
Seem wacky, not scary
Despite chair-throwing rants
Or my Monkey Boy Dance
Forget Page & Brin
It’s you I’m gonna “bury”

I want the world. Every business and acre, man I’ll buy the butcher, the baker
The candlestick maker, man
But even I must agree
Rumors I’ll acquire SAP
Aren’t scaring Agassi,
McDermott or even Herr Kagermann

When I hit the mall
The Apple store’s where I shop
Your iPhone’s so cool
It almost made my head pop
Yet it seems greatly insane
That Cisco owns the name
If you opened a restaurant
I guess you’d call it iHop

Let’s get to the point
I’ll be very direct
You’ve been eyeing other chips
For a while, I suspect
Though I know I can’t win you
With chocolates or flattery
If you strayed it would burn
Like an old Sony battery
Rather than leave our
Alliance to the fates
Perhaps if I sent you
A billion rebates
You’d feel like a king
A queen or a contessa
And stop your canoodling
With AMD’s new processor

Unlike corporations
Who longingly embrace
Buying up real estate
In this virtual place
I seek a tryst with a fellow Avatar
Because love in the real world
Has escaped me thus far
And, yet, why
For this parallel life do I so thirst?
To fully live a Second Life
Shouldn’t I really have a first?