Corporate Failure
I do not care
for fax machines
I would rather eat
rotten nectarines
When it says press “enter”
I say why?
And with a click and a honk
the machine starts to die.
There are some things
that are meant to be.
All except technology
and me.
Love,
Muse
A.N.: I do not usually resort to rhyming couplets, for I mostly loathe them. However, this was a special circumstance of extreme disgust. Like deserves like.