Keyboards

It's a Saturday evening, a day which I like, and a time which I love. I am here seated, typing at my keyboard which needs a brilliant makeover. No, better still I need a new one. Keyboards with me have a shelf life, and it's not a long one. First of all I have to do a tour de keyboards to find an ultra flat one which will then be expensive, which will get filled to the brim with cigarette ash, which my claws will wear down in constant torture. Keyboards.. beware. I do try to treat them with tender loving care, but it never works for very long. If I were a keyboard propped up prettily in a PC shop, I would really try to make myself lost if someone like me came along. Firstly, the claws, never a good sign. Secondly, the sleepy trance, yet again not a good sign. The size... no comment. I have lost count of the number of keyboards I've bought in life. Most of them are still shoved into a cupboard somewhere because I can never bring myself to part with them. So I make sure that I at least give them a proper burial. And now I'm thinking, I'm not sure thinking about keyboards at this time of the day is a good thing. I'm risking having dreams where I am alone surrounded by all the keyboards I've used in life, and they're singing tantric songs and attacking me.... URGH!