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A lengthy poem about an argument between a cassette tape and a CD player. |
I awoke one morning and looked around my room Everything was just as it should be My eyes fell on my old boom box I stared at it for a moment or two The CD and PLAY buttons turned to two eyes The cassette player turned to a mouth Its button eyes fell on me, just as mine had fallen on it It opened its mouth and spit out an old cassette tape that had been left there "Tastes like garbage," it said to me "Plays like it, too," it added The four faces on the cassette case glared up at the bulky black box "We're right here," said one face "We take offense to that," said another The boom box peered down at the talking heads and stuck its wiry tongue out at the case "I have opinions, too," said the machine "Yeah, well, we have feelings," said a face The front man dropped his 'Rooms $2.50' sign and tried to break through the plastic case The front man's friends calmed him down "Yeah, you're stuck there," teased the box The faces turned to me One said: "See? We have to put up with this." I just stared "You're not worthy of us in your mouth!" barked a face They were all upset "I don't want you in my mouth!" snapped the machine "Go find another player!" "You're right next to a 'passenger loading only' sign," added the box "Get going, passengers" "Does it look like we can go anywhere?" asked a face The machine rolled its eyes The four faces reached up and pulled down the blinds over the large glass window they were standing in The boom box scoffed, "Those annoying creatures As long as I'm in one piece, I'll never understand humans" |