I'M A Martyr Of The Keyboard

I type all day long Into the request deep Sometimes it’ll ping-pong Right into my sleep I'm a martyr of the keyboard Going down deep under To the alphabet lord God of the ticktick thunder! I'll type for a request Just to please and be ready I'll try to do my best If my fingers go on steady This and that comes out I have no complete control Automation knows its ways about Around ‘key-mole’ And keyhole I type all day to spark And give it a steady beat But sometimes it’ll all lack Except its little tweet This maybe a dark poetry read With not much in deeper meaning But to somewhere it will lead In a steady and closer Screening