Battery Life
My battery is running out.
Does anyone have a charger lying about?
I would be lying.
If I said I wasn’t spying.
A charger on that chair.
I bet it’s something they could spare…
My laptop won’t make it much longer.
I need to hurry and charge her!
So I borrow the charger and plug it in.
I hope they don’t come back and see this sin.
But then, there seems to be smoke rising up…
Is that from my laptop?
There seems to be an issue with my laptop shaking.
And the fire my laptop is making.
I grab a fire extinguisher and start to spray.
The library remembers the incident, to this day.
When I caused a fire and a scene.
And asked “what do you mean?”
I guess I used a bad cord.
A new laptop, I’ll need to afford.
Just because my battery was running out.
But now, I have more to worry about.
The firefighters have left.
I am a little bereft.
And more than a little ashamed.
Using a bad charger that shall not be named.
But what can I say?
I had an essay.
Now my laptop is a broken eye sore.
And the library has banned me once more.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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