DANCE OF THE POWERBOOK AND PRINTER

Tap and preen your sprockets, twins,

Save us from our human sins,

 

Beat the desk with AC volts

Compensating for our faults,

 

Throb around the office cage

In your artificial rage,

 

Heating up your outs and ins

With those wildly spinning pins,

 

Jerking left and shunting right

In the cubicles of night, 

 

Shaking hands and rock and rolling -

Computerland is just like bowling -

 

Making plans with inks and toners

Which I know exclude their donors,

 

Tapping, whirring, singing songs, 

Sacrificing for our wrongs -

 

Until I throw, to save us all,

The light switch in the nearby wall.

 

Rue de Varenne

8:44 PM July 3, 1999