Why are they so fiddly?
My shaky hands enquire,
as I delve more greedily,
in my roaring fire,
a blaze of rage and glory,
both taken and received,
a very mortal story,
both the truth and deceived,
back to trembling mitts,
that berates all designs,
of things that should assist,
and not give me warning signs,
too many times, it occurs,
things aren’t user friendly,
to their makers, they give purrs,
thanking hands, so gently,
but life, is a storm,
not a still landscape,
a picture that is ripped and torn,
the fact we can’t escape,
as I can’t fix my cistern,
behind your marbled top,
and my computer system,
talks jargon, makes me stop,
and, like a fleshling robot,
I’m a zombie to my phone,
as with certain tools forgot,
I’m in angry zone,
for all these call out charges,
are a lack of consideration,
contracts turned discharges,
will make a ghost nation,
such a seething sentence,
from him, a clumsy man,
he's not build for maintenance,
makes him such a scam,
so, instead of breaking windows,
he should be happy with his lot,
to breathe, as the wind blows,
before they choose his plot.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I can make a few things work, most of them creative (I hope!) But also, as long as I have the energy and some strength in me, I can be another pair of hands, when it comes to labour, (I hope!) However, I am not a "handyman", and part of me is somewhat emasculated by such a fact, though of course, I'm not old enough to learn. I suppose it's just a case of patience. Anyway, this is poem written in the guise of an irate customer saying things are Not Built for Maintenance, and therefore aren't user friendly, of which, part of me agrees, (of course I would, I wrote this.) But, in our own design, humanity's design, via the damaging ways at our core, we are Not Built for Maintenance either it would seem. Thus, such a plea for a quick repair job, may well be deemed hypocritical, though as infuriating the case may be, when it comes to faulty gadgetry. The banner picture is apt, as it looks like a guy showing his watch, that could be telling the wrong time, thus, he might well say that the watch is broken. But, in reality, perhaps, has too shaky a hand to get the back off, to put in such a small battery, hence, he calls into a nearby repair shop, to remedy the situation, for a nominal fee. The picture is also apt, as time as an entity, is the precious commodity, comprised to make such a maintenance. I hope that you enjoy the poem, I hope for the most part, things are running like clockwork in your life, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Powerful
Thanks for the read Thomas, and for your short and sweet comment.
I hope that all is well.
lol so very entertaining. ❤️
Thanks for the read Teddy.15, I'm glad that you enjoyed this, and had a little titter.
I hope that all is well.
Such true words Ben, in the current life we cannot maintain things any more they need replacing unlike my younger days and my parents days when things could be repaired, it is all money, money money nowadays!
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and again, with many of your comments, I agree with your above summary.
Either, things are not fit for purpose, or things have been made for more the manufacturer's benefit, and not for the intended users, us. It's yet again, another case of another strand of negativity, made by the core operation of humanity.
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well.
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