The Air Conditioner
Why do you torment me, Infernal machine? The way you clank and clatter in the darkness, The way you sputter and stop in the mid day's heat, The way miraculously comes to life in the winter's storms, Oh why do you torment me? The dull music plays in my ear As the plastic handle imbeds itself on my face. I look up at you, oh devil of a device As the water runs from my face And the cloth on me grows sticky. With a sputter you kick on With a click the operator arrives With a crash, you die, Falling to your death beyond my window. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 03:23 PM PST 0 • 10
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