Friday, June 3, 2011

My Printer

The light blinks sometimes and little noises
Peep, pop, and burble; the ink well gurgles,
But nothing ever comes of it.  Ruses
By a dusty old printer.  Impotent.
Like some swingin' guy in a sports car,
"Hey babe," but having no horsepower.
My printer sits and can only hint.
Enough.  This is ridiculous.  Get bent.
That's right.  Let go of the cords and get out.
Your fizzling, tittering plastic's been sent.

3 comments:

John said...

As our life expectancy rises the life expectancy of printers is on the decline. The dire impacts of global warming and increased carbon footprints are clearly related to this alarming trend.

This is, perhaps, the very thing that got Al Gore all spun up.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

I had no idea!

Lone Wolf said...

very good poem! it sounds like my printer!