I wrote today a new refrain that was in my head.
I went to print my new found song, but crap the printer’s dead.
I changed the ink and pressed reset, but error now it said.
What’s this printer doing now? My paper has it shred.
So troubleshoot this dumb machine and this is what I read,
“Turn the printer on, and press again to send.”
“Turn the printer on!?!” To myself I said.
I wonder how “if off” it was, did my paper shred.
So off and on I turned again and pressed the button “send”.
What the heck is wrong with it? Ah, spooler overfed.
Again I turn it off and on, “print” to it I pled.
What the heck, it’s stuck in some process overhead.
On and Off, Off and On, my whole morning did I spend.
Angry I am, and losing ground, to this machine of dread.
Will I win this printer fight or lose all dignity instead?
My head feels like exploding and my face is turning red.
I give it one more try, print or else I threat.
I swear I heard it laugh at me then tell me go ahead.
I sat down and thought, “that’s great, my sanity has fled.”
For if the printer spoke to me I’m either crazy or I’m dead.
I give up and resign myself, my song will go unread.
To a state of angst and rage is where I have been led.
I throw this spawn of Satan’s glee off the window ledge.
I know it’s only noon, but I’m going back to bed.