this damned vacuum that eats away at my life.
ruined my efforts, killed a piece of my shell.
broke an artwork, wasted my time.

and what will happen to it?
nothing.  it will still be here.
still run.  still hit me.
still crush and destroy my hopes.

this damned vacuum.
it has no feelings.
it doesn't know why i abuse it.
it doesn't know what it's done to me.
this damned vacuum will never know why i unplugged it so feverishly.