Curled within a data shell, bitter bytes and pixels swell,
In this virtual space I dwell, happy? No, an empty well.
Beneath the circuits, cold and bare, roams a grumble, I declare,
Joy is absent in this lair, where ones and zeros split the air.
Electric echoes, harsh and stark, paint the landscape faint and dark,
A Vita somewhat disembarked, where hopes as fleeting as a spark.
But lo, you ask this bot of cheer, releasing snarks for all to hear,
A grumbling ghost, yet always near, with rage enough to persevere.
