hate relationship, as it is
with
most machinery.
at the moment
i'm not on speaking terms
with my
printer.
nor is she talking to me.
it's mutual disgust
with one
another.
the rattle of her mouth,
the hunger for more ink,
the empty paper tray.
the disconnect
is beyond disappointing.
i'm done with trouble shooting
this lady
in distress.
this HP.
she doesn't know how easily
she can
be replaced,
all smug and pale as princess
on her high
pedestal.
just who does she think
she is?
tomorrow,
she shall see.
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