Poem: Wireless Obsession

A random poem that sprang to mind. I was amused, and thus I share. Do not expect this to be a regular kind of thing.

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Photo by Cote

My fingers run across the keys,
spiteful intent.

A free-range mouse,
gripped close,
my bidding is done.

Hurry, before it is too late.
Do not delay.
The end is near.

Click

Click
Click
Clickety-Click
Click

The cursor is still.
Starkly cast pixels glare,
silent, unmoving.

Two more batteries,
lost to my wireless obsession.

A curse upon the environment and upon my growing conscience.

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Cheery, aren't I?