Washer Online
My washer went online today.
They say my money's old.
I'll have to use my debit card
is all that I've been told.
I wonder what is coming next.
Perhaps I'll browse the net.
I'll probably play an MP3
and dance till clothes get wet.
I hope it isn't hacked at all.
My clothes would suffer much.
Those hackers like to rinse all day.
and spin for just a touch.
The dryer also wants my card.
It's friendlier I find.
With fewer buttons needing me,
to less time that we'll bind.
The cycles all but calling me
in actions for a chip.
To slide my card both in and out,
confusing for a trip.
And if I go to use a coin,
it simply can't be done.
My money's all but worthless
and the spin has just begun.
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