Do Not Insert

I just ripped the insert button

With extreme prejudice

From the keyboard

It has interrupted and

Fucked up my writing

With its placement

For fifteen years

I hate it

Almost as much as my

Kidney stone

Which I have spent

Four years plotting

On how to destroy

It sits in my drawer

So that I might replace it

Should I need it

But no guts, no glory

As of this sentence, I am reaching

Into said drawer

Pulling it out

And chucking it out the window

To rest among the tea leaves and

Orange peels

Good day, bitch.