I'd buy a fancy typewriter
That chimes at every line--
Spend hours hunched behind its keys
A channel for my mind.
And then, when I have had my fill
I'll toss it to the curb,
Pick up a pen and curl my words
The lessons I have learned.
To write, to write!, in metered verse--
I'd lose the will to talk.
The only thing you'd hear from me
D'be ink and lead and chalk.
It's just one thing to learn to type--
To write's organic., pure,
To displace real-life molecules,
That's what I want to learn.