An Epic Poem of Matty

Below is our poem. Please note that the authors would like to acknowledge that the poem below makes many references to beer and that, by way of clarification, the following poem was written while drinking many beers!

An Epic Poem of Matty

Wide of girth
High on myrth
Matt Wyatt
Is our friend

When we find ourselves in times of strife
Matty's there to straighten up our life

IF he's driving in his car
his driver door, often ajar
He'll always pick up the telephone
To help his matey's as they cry and groan

The problem is quite simple you see
Matt's friends all learned ompter on PC

That's not really true
I must confess
We're really Mac Heads like the rest.

But try as we might
And often we do
When it comes to computers
We're all thick like glue

SEE MATTY LIVES
IN A tropical PLACE

WHERE COMPUTERS CRASH
AND WE GET OFF OUR FACE

IT HAPPENED TO US
JUST TODAY
THE SUN WAS SHINING BRIGHT

BUT OUR MACS DECIDED
ALL ON THEIR OWN
TO SHIT UPON OUR PLIGHT

BUT MATT WAS THERE
A CALL AWAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF DEN
PASAR
AND HE GAVE US A CLUE
AS TO WHAT TO DO
AND OUR MACS BOWED TO HIS MAR

THE PALM TREES SWAY
ON OUR KEY BOARDS WE PLAY

BUT WE KNOW WHAT WHAT WE DO

COMPUTERS ARE A FUNNY THING

WE ARE WORTHLESS
MATTY'S THE KING

'CAUSE IN THE LAND OF MACINTOSH
THE BALI BOYZ
ARE FREQUENTLY LOST

BUT THAT'S OK
WE DON'T CARE

'CAUSE MATT WYATT IS
ALWAYS THERE

SEE
HERE IN BALI
WE LIKE TO DRINK AS OUR COMPUTERS WHIR AWAY
BUT EVERY NOW
AND AGAIN
BEER SPILLS ON OUR DISPLAY

NOW MATT DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR THIS
HE'S GOT A LOT TO DO
BUT WE'LL STILL CALL HIM
EVERY DAY
TO PULL US FROM THE POO

IN THE LAND OF MAC WE LIVE
WHERE LIFE IS NEVER CLEAR
ONE DAY THE BOX IS HAPPY
THE NEXT IT BITES OUR REAR

BUT MATT HE FINDS THIS FUNNY
HE GIGGLES AND SIPS HIS TEA

'CAUSE LIVING HERE IN BALI
HE'S GOT US ON OUR KNEES

NOW IF WE LIVED
DEEP N THEWEST
OUR TROUBLES WOULD BE WORSE
'CAUSE THEN WE'D DEAL WITH MAC DIRECT
AND THEY'D BLOW OUR WALLET AND PURSE

WE ARE SO LUCKY
WE ALL AGREE
TO HAVE MATT WYATT AROUND

IF HE LIKES US HE'LL FIX OUR COMPUTERS
IF NOT HE'LL LET US DROWN

AND SO WE RAISE OUR GLASSES
WITH BINTANG CLEAR AND BRIGHT

AND WE TOAST THE NAME MATT WYATT
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT AFTER NIGHT

GLORY GLORY HALLELUIAH

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