having a fight with my
printer.
i call it names.
i curse.
i shake it,
i shake my head
and roll
my eyes at its rattling
on and on
and not
working.
nothing is coming out
of its
noisy mouth.
it's the drawer,
the paper, the connection.
the lack of ink.
i beg
it to work.
please print i plead.
just one
unblurred sheet.
come on,
you can do it.
but it's a screaming child
in the back
seat of the car
wanting a happy meal.
don't make me pull this car
over
and give you something
to cry about
i yell out.
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