The Printer Daemon (or revenge is sweet)

People write to me
Through the ether
They write with gravity
And with no humour

All they want me to do
Is scrawl on bits of paper
And tell them what they owe
A little time later

So now! I shall have revenge
On all those spoddy fools
Their work I shall change
So it says something rude.

Nemesis Watson

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