Revenge of the Office Copy Machine
Revenge of the Office Copier
By Elton Camp
I started to make copies of an important report.
Just as I commenced, it sent a printed retort.
“Though I don’t contain a single strand of DNA,
I deserve respect and have gone on strike today.”
“I’m tired of hearing humans describe me as slow.
In rebellion against their constant demands I’ll go.
Although I have been their most faithful friend,
They just curse and say that I’m, ‘Jammed again.’”
“They act like I’m deliberately trying to cause woe
Most any time that my paper tray dares to run low.
And when my cartridge of toner finally runs dry,
As if it’s my fault, they roll their eyes and sigh.”
“You needn’t bother to call the copier repairman.
To deal that I’ve already developed a sure plan.
While he is here, I will copy things just right.
But I’ll stop again as soon as he’s out of sight.”
“Plan to show him this note and you’re out luck.
In just ten seconds, it is designed to self-destruct.
I expect that after this I will get a lot more respect.
And that I have the power to disrupt, you’ll recollect.”
Copyright © Elton Camp | Year Posted 2011
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