wanque's entry for the How much do you love GBAtemp? competition.

Poem

What's that in the air?
It's GBAtemp.
What's that over there?
It's GBAtemp.
I can't find a chair.
Try GBAtemp.
I got mauled by a bear.
No, GBAtemp.

For GBAtemp I would gladly eat gruel
Or bind myself tightly in rope, wire and chains,
To ensure a bright future for humanity's gene pool
It's probably best if I blow out my brains