A bit of poetry for today

Poetry time.
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Dear shitbox,
Dear shitbox,
How you have sat there
Patiently awaiting my needs.

You sat there,
Oh how you sat there,
A little dusty, perhaps
but clean.
You waited,
And waited,
For years for my need.

You turned on most gracefully,
Purring into a waking motion.
No need to oil you, it seems.
That's when you gurgled,
Like you were drowning in the ocean.
And shat heavily upon my dreams.

Dear shitbox,
Oh shitbox,
How I needed you today.
A scanner should work when you need it,
Not purr and then die away.

Oh shitbox!
How could you!
I wish I could bury you at sea.