Adieu, Adieu, Adieu, Le Fax Machine
Your time has come,
Dear Fax Machine,
Though your reign lasted long.
We were first introduced,
In That Me Decade,
Singing your shrilling song.
It took a plague,
For learned counsel,
To break their solemn vow.
No longer can we wait,
To gain word from work,
We need it, here and now.
Though you believe your brother,
To be the cause,
Of your final demise.
Reality is that technology,
Has found better ways,
Much to all our surprise.
Thy Impaired kin,
May seem to be,
A poor heir to your legacy,
