Mr. Pop-up

first I’ll pop his pop,
then I’ll down his up,
but I won’t stop there.

I’ll take what’s left, and
punch his flashing graphics out!
stab him with a sharpened cursor
in the back of his window!
kick him, right
in the toolbar!

I’ll click his X so hard,
his pop-up children
will be cancelled too!
You can bet there’ll be
cookies and ram,
spilled all over the place!

and he can scream,
“URGENT!”
all he wants; no one
can read that neon text, anyway.

I wonder,
would it be illegal to murder
a virtual salesman?