What am I?
Always there for you.
Waiting patiently
every day until you need me.
When your hot head
walks in, no matter what my day is like,
Without hesitation,
you USE me to cool YOU down.
No matter what you
throw my way, I keep perfect rhythm.
I can work faster, or
slower, and the end results will be the same,
Perfect.
Until every once in a
rare while I lose it.
I work so hard to
give you comfort,
Sometimes days
without breaks.
I didn’t sign up for
this, but there is no escaping.
A fan missing a panel
is unbalanced, not working,
Where even little,
slow work is so out of control it’s scary.
What do you do to fix
me, to help me?
Nothing.
You know why this
happens? Because you never fan me.
It doesn’t cross the
minds of the selfish that maybe,
The help they have
been receiving is exactly what they need to be returning.
If a fan gets hot,
they cool themselves,
And can never rely on
anyone else to do it for them.
So do me a favor you have
owed me for far too long,
Unplug me, and let me
go.
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