shredsong

 

My shredder sings to me

As I feed documents in

Between its sharp gnashing teeth

Selections from my history get eaten

Strips of paper are shat out beneath.

This is the way I edit my past

Edit my past

Edit my past

And censor my information

I cut up the things that I wish to hide

Wish to hide

Wish to hide

And send them to incineration.

So the metal music

Of the shredder’s blades

Sends me into reverie

And I dream of forest glades

And the song of the chainsaw.