Flawed Mercandise Without a Recall
Designed to sell and flying off the shelves
A billion at a time.
New and improved, with flaws carefully hidden
From a prying public
They should have dug deeper
For the frown behind the smile
Pounded every button,
Twisted every dial
Marginal at best, without a warranty
Warrants an inspection
Of the reasons we love
With pieces rusted and broken
Stripped down and sold
Your furnace is hot, but your metal is cold
Even makers of machines die when they get old
 | alexcaronpoet (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small} alexcaronpoet) wrote, |
oyyyyy.
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