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.