The Old Fan

For years you have given me cool air
blowing away the malicious humidity
you brought life back into
the room filled with agony

But now it is you who brings the agony
who fills my life with woe.
where you once ran you now stand
whining, not wanting to go.

I am watching you turn slowly
back and forth, never at full speed
you are stuck in life
not knowing what to do.

Grease? I tried. Air? I tried
I tries your plugs, and your vent.
Nothing works.
You still don't turn.

I hear the trash calling
out your name.
The junk devils want you
and I no longer need you.


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