You're a mean one, Mr. Gates,
You really love to steal.
You're as smart as a greenback, with the same calculating feel, Mr. Gates.
- You're a blue-screen of death, with a trademark keynote spiel!
You're a monopolizer, Mr. Gates,
Your contracts are sans soul.
If you had to sell on quality you'd fail at the goal, Mr. Gates.
- Licensing your viruses, is your master role!
You're a wiley one, Mr. Gates,
You love lying as a sport.
How else could you pen a large tech book, but forget it all in court, Mr. Gates?
- Given offer of your "partnership", people would rather have warts.
You're a goldbrick, Mr. Gates,
You're the king of hit and run.
You buy out the competition just for your own fun, Mr. Gates.
- Then you scream at your co-workers, when they try to clean your scum!
You're a sleeper, Mr. Gates,
Always trying to predict the past.
You didn't envision the Internet until it bit you on the ass, Mr. Gates.
- The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
"Crush, crash, crass"!
