by angelinacarando
Oh printer, my love
If only you knew
How much I so truly,
So deeply loathe you
I remember the day
I stepped foot in that Best Buy
Who knew that my purchase
Would soon be my worst buy
Because here I am hopeless,
Practically begging on my knees
Just for you to print
one tiny lab report please
You sputter and groan
Constantly huffing and puffing
All for you to print out
absolutely nothing
Despite all of my pleading
You still sit there confused
You have one fucking job
that you can’t even do
I hate you, dear printer
You dumb hunk of junk
I’m throwing you in the lake
just to hear you go ker-plunk
Now as I watch you sink slowly
To your new watery home
I have one thought in my mind
One thought alone
Technology is a scam
I should’ve known, I should’ve listened
I’m joining the Amish
Because society is a prison
Categories: angelina carando, creatif, creative, nov 16