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I have a switch. Won’t someone turn me on? Push my buttons. Listen to me hum. How lonely I have been upon this counter top. Remembering a time when my motor never stopped. Once so indispensable, saving money, space and time. But my faded almond housing says that I am past my prime. I curse Ronco and Popeil. I curse China and Taiwan. I curse the girl who had to have me. Her fascination quickly gone. Can you hear me crying? Where is my infomercial now? My three-easy payments over. Guarantee void anyhow. Won't someone push my button? Won't you listen to me hum? Here I sit, just waiting for that yard sale sure to come.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Automatic Sadness
I have a switch. Won’t someone turn me on? Push my buttons. Listen to me hum. How lonely I have been upon this counter top. Remembering a time when my motor never stopped. Once so indispensable, saving money, space and time. But my faded almond housing says that I am past my prime. I curse Ronco and Popeil. I curse China and Taiwan. I curse the girl who had to have me. Her fascination quickly gone. Can you hear me crying? Where is my infomercial now? My three-easy payments over. Guarantee void anyhow. Won't someone push my button? Won't you listen to me hum? Here I sit, just waiting for that yard sale sure to come.
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May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
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