in the middle of the night
the printer
will start printing
something
it forgot to finish
earlier in the day when
i hit the print button.
i get no apology
out of it for waking me up.
but in the morning
i just give it the look,
the cold stare down
as i drink my coffee.
no ink or paper for you,
i tell it, as i leave
for the day.
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