Farewell Typewriter

Farewell, typewriter
 Now you've gone away
 Overdramatic and underfed
 To visions unheard of in any bed
 I checked my mailbox, but you weren't inside
 Would calling be trouble? I bet it would be
 Please greet the angel with courtesy
 Full color pictures of a black and white world
 A slow dissolve as a new scene's unfurled
 I'm tired, so tired my jaw won't move
 Never providing a method to prove
 That we love typewriter
 More than she'll know
 Searching through cupboards to reprobate
 The evil bestowed her when she was eight
 No dollar signs in her asterisk face
 Now just a hyphen, and I can't replace
 Farewell, typewriter
 I love typewriter
 More than he'll know
 Oooh, oooh
 Who said that being in one place was dull?
 I never answered when my arms were full
 I'm never competing with history again
 I'm never to write on typewriter, my friend