who's fucking who

I've got my fingers all over the letters on my laptop and my earbuds are in my earholes tight and I feel like me and this machine are fucking or something because we're in constant contact and I'm not sure if I'm plugged into it or it's plugged into me and the more I type the hotter I get and a little drop of sweat falls onto the slick silver casing and now it's really like we're fucking and I want to stick my dick in it so I call up some porn and rub my dick all over the cool screen and when I come is like a bucket of Elmer's all over the glass and metal and plastic and I tell the computer I have to be a work early and I leave but I forget to clear my history and it's awkward when I go back to do that and we fake smile and I float a ready-to-be-broken promise and close the laptop