Kenny's Got a Hard Drive

Once I cracked the spinning, dimpled little bastard so hard they murmered over their tee
Nice hit, ummmmmmmmmh, nice lie.
The birdie within reach, a figure of speech
Another souvenir found at track DAF1 sector 4 comma 3

Bite baby, byte! into terrains so large, bitbuckets of balls by the yard!
Millions of acres of text, a thousand pictures, ten videos, a shout from the bard.

Magnetic landscape so granular, three specks describe how tall you are.
One for color on a scale of octets, in an aspect ratio of whatever one hundred gets

My hard drive is oh so vast, accurate, disaster proof and fast.
Defragmented, FAT, and sanity passed

It's true I have a huge dictionary, and the Gutenburg Press
I've so much space they are all uncompressed.

I search my drive, for it's well indexed
Sometimes I search 'the' just to seek the hits

I must confess, I have some cluttered digits
They stood for settings, preferences and widgits
And file extensions I dare not mention

Then there was that bad block, a few years back
For a moment I thought I dumped my stack

It's actually my 41st device, all one joined mass.
Some reboot advice saved my ass.

I'm back up now, static.