This poem was written in school, when we were given the first line of our poem by the person on our left. Unfortunatly, Catja, the girl on my left, was annoyed at me, coz I'd been calling her Ketchup. So she gave me an evil first line. This is the best I could do, but it turned out ok.The automatic cyborgs hiked up the crevice inside the printer
They carefully circumnavigated the rushing ink
Which was swirling in jet black pools
After a while they reached the scanner plate
As it crackled with electricity
Dim reflections, fading on into infinity
Of their own feet
They stood for a while
And mourned the one
Who had been squashed by an ink cartridge.