The poem was created for this particular image by Ben Heine
I'm a Martyr of the Keyboard
I type all day longInto the request deep
Sometimes it'll ping-pong
Right into my sleep
I'm a martyr of the keyboard
Going down deep under
To the alphabet lord
God of the ticktick thunder!
I'll type for a request
Just to please and be ready
I'll try to do my best
If my fingers go on steady
This and that comes out
I have no complete control
Automation knows its ways about
Around the 'key-mole'
And keyhole
I type all day to spark
And give it a steady beat
But sometimes it'll all lack
Except its little tweet
This maybe a dark poetry read
With not much in deeper meaning
But to somewhere it will lead
In a steady and closer
Screening
Poetry by Peter S. Quinn
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Written on 2010-01-03 at 11:19
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