When Your Job Blows, But You Don’t

I’m inspired by that hand dryer

That’s supposed to blow the air

So the water that was on your hands

Is, well, no longer there

But it one day just decided

“I don’t like this anymore,

“So let them press my button

“And then remember what pants are for.”

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