Smith's Corona

When industry leaves, workers are left angry! For those who remember using actual typewriters and the company that put many thousands out of work.

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The element ball spins deftly.
STRIKING the paper like a hammer on an anvil;
Forging letters of seething anger.
METAMORPHOSING into syllables of near indescribable hatred!

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For whom shall I rail against?
Who will bear the brunt of my wrath?

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Right now, Smith is in his new brewery,
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south of the border,
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drinking cheap beer and urinating in the vat
while laughing up a pant leg at all the people he just SCREWED!

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Author's Note

I never bought another of their products and never will.

Reviews

[V.B.]

While I am a bit young to be remembering the widespread use of typewriters, it did not prevent me from enjoying your poem. That penultimate stanza is pure gold. I also like how you managed to make me feel not only like I was both reading this, but also that I was writing it at the same time. A unique experience, indeed.

[Kaylor Mason]

I can just barely remembering using a typewriter, so many years ago. I truly wish I could review this better, but . . . to be honest, I don't drink booze, so I don't know what to say. However, I think it's worth pointing out that as soon as one brewery closes, two more will open up on its place. For some reason booze seems to be the universal drug all humanity can't do without, even moreso than tobacco.

[Branch Isole]

Kudos on the concept presentation.

[Ruth]

A very clever poem, unique too love, I love this, a different topic, thats what makes it really interesting! xx

[HB]

Ah, excellent. Enjoyed feeling this one, most definitely. ;-*