With keys
That play
A rickety tune
I spell
Letters.
I spell
Words.
My cords
Tangled like
Spaghetti noodles.
I catch
Viruses that my
Pet mouse eats.
I type
Everything you
See on my
Desktop.
All day long
My keys play
That same old
Rickety Tune.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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