Copy Machine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Copy machine

I bought a secondhand; it was grey
Brother
A great good machine and cheaper

York U
Three years went by and as always
It is sick
It needed medicines; a part, repairs

"Buy new, " was advice of experts
Polymer
Company, the freaks add to waste

I deserve
Less green, dead nature and cancer
I am part
So are you, each of us; a murderer

We claim
Advancing with technich and science
It's stupid.