Photocopy Machine Poem by Gert Strydom

Photocopy Machine



You lightning flash a moment
like a laser beam,
the image of my piece of paper
is taken off
and while you grumble
you spit it out at one side
and can make innumerable more
while most people view you
as a exceptional wonderful thing
but when you do get tired
and eat papers
people have to gut them out
from somewhere deep
in your intestines.

Monday, November 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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