15 June 2012
My printer's mind is all its own
I'm positive I'm not alone
You're hooked up to my PC
You should take commands from me
Paper's straight, ink is full
Yet you give me so much bull
You're destined for the tip I fear
When 'Printer Busy' is all I hear
You sit there, smugly, in sleep mode
Maybe there's a secret code
I only need one sheet per day
You refuse to work, you just won't play
Technology had messed my head
I've given up, I've gone to bed
My printer is a pain you see
Then at just gone half past three
As I stand there in bare feet
I hear the words, 'Printing Complete'
Printer • Opuss № I