Do not stand by my grave and cry.

I have no grave. I did not die.

You held me in that Recognizer

(Evidently none the wiser)

And watched my form disintegrate 

Assuming things about my fate

Which now I must explain away:

…I came so hard I crashed, okay?

It’s not my fault your User-power

Seduces like the I/O Tower

And charged my circuits up so fast

I didn’t have a chance to last,

Restarting me in unsafe mode

To prematurely overload–

Do not sit weeping in dismay.

I just derezzed the little way.

What you imagine to have been

A homoerotic goodbye scene

Was more like hardcore program pr0n.

Can’t wait to tell this all to Tron.

Do not sit thinking that’s my grave.

I’m not erased. My data’s saved.

I’m doing better now than then–

You turned me on, and off again.

It’s not my fault you didn’t know

How programs look in afterglow.

Don’t sit there on the floor that you

Have just Bethesda-glitched me through 

And cry for my assumed demise.

I’m gonna rematerialize.

Just gonna take a while more.

I’ve never cum this hard before.

Your Recognizer flies away,

Not recognizing I’m okay,

Rebooting on the canyon ground,

And sure to end up being found 

Perhaps by Yori later on

To have a hot menage-a-Tron

While your dumb ass just cries some more.

I’m fine. You fucked me through the floor.