When sending a copy of mail
To another, you really can’t fail
If you CC the name
Of the person you aim
To receive it; attempts will prevail.
Unless, though, your age is like mine,
CC might be tough to define
For it harks to a time
Carbon paper was prime
If to copies your work did incline.
So when CC or BCC’s pressed
And your duplicates sent by request
Take a moment to think
How this long ago link
To the typewriter has been addressed.
Thoughts that were formed
so very long ago
frozen in time
on a smooth, glossy piece
of black carbon paper
Memories
through written word
sentiment seldom heard
forever embedded
on a typewriter ribbon
Carbon paper and ribbon
messages of life
hidden amongst the chaos
encrypting everything
our hearts need to say
before going to bed it is to be checked thoroughly
if there lays any carbon-paper under the bed-cover
now-a-days some upstart pelicans become so
disobedient it can not be assured if they come
to know the whereabouts of the blood easily
from the copy of the heart
then they distribute the delirium of the high-heel moon
by writing cash-memos at the gate of the locked-out plant
the hundreds of thousands of white clouds
also drink the whirl-water of love
they touch to feel the freshness of the habitat
they touch to feel the can full of smiles
after the explosion they touch to feel
the bier of the deodar-birds
covered with tamarisk plants
Work, Friday parties, chores, spouses, kids,
Fashion to follow and patterns to be -
Standards of living. And now repeat:
"This is my life as I want it to be".
You think you're perfect, you swear it's true,
But nobody is, you are nobody then.
You're welcome to Fail - population is you,
Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen!
Late in the evening you search for some fun,
Playing net wars of the stupid and lame.
Pressing the button, you load your gun.
Play your reality rather than games!
You think you're perfect, you swear it's true,
But nobody is, you are nobody then.
You're welcome to Fail - population is you,
Enjoy the illusion of freedom, Failmen!
The further it takes you, the further you go.
A plain carbon paper with plain decorations
Is all your damn life till the end of the show,
A pattern that's set for the next generations.