(lowly) ode to the office printer



Was it something I did

Because I fell stupid,

And you are making angry noises

With your light flashing red.

I was stunned into silence

When you came through the door,

Pushed by four technicians

And rumbling across the floor.

Perhaps your double monitors

Are making me most anxious,

Or was Arup's acoustic engineer correct

That your vibrations cause us to feel nauseous?

As I stand here before you

Like a bug drawn to your (multiple) screens,

I wonder where to place my lowly drawing

On the alter of my new scanner/copier/printer machine?