Posies Farewell Typewriter
farewell typewriter now you've gone away overdramatic and underfed to visions unheard of in any bed I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside would calling be trouble, I bet it would be please greet the angel with courtesy full color pictures of a black and white world a slow dissolve as a new scene's unfurled I'm tired, so tired, my jaw won't move never providing a method to prove that we love typewriter more than she'll know searching through cupboards to reprobate the evil bestowed her when she was eight no dollar signs in her asterisk face now just a hyphen and I can't replace farewell typewriter I love typewriter more than you know who said that being in one place was dull I never answered when my arms were full I'm never competing with history again I'm never to write on typewriter, my friend