ATM
Tap your fingers
Like you really know the code
Run the tips over the buttons
And feel it unload
Pull your face closer
Look deep into the screen
Hear the parts move for you
While you reach into the machine
Turn your back on it
After the you get your pay
Turn your back on it
Slowly walk away
Like you really know the code
Run the tips over the buttons
And feel it unload
Pull your face closer
Look deep into the screen
Hear the parts move for you
While you reach into the machine
Turn your back on it
After the you get your pay
Turn your back on it
Slowly walk away
posted by The Duke at 10:56 PM
5 Comments:
Poor ATM.
People just take their money and run, Never stopping to wonder how it feels to have no purpose other than dispensing money.
I like the contrast of the sensual words with the unfeeling machine. Very good.
Ultra - poor ATM indeed. A friend we each visit, I think.
Honestly, I felt dirty writing that poem. It evolved into something a lot more cynical than I planned
Chloe - Thanks! I am glad you liked that part because I orginally had the machine being the narrator of the poem. Glad to see the passive language worked!
Whoa. Sounds like a mad ATM if you ask me.
Mike, I'd never think to write a poem about an ATM.
Very good.
Deidre - Ha ha ha! I dunno if the ATM would be angry or if it would be too passive to be angry. Thanks!
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