Compressor Cool
Should I switch this airy cool box off
To see the thunderboreds inside?
Its grilled facade an inch apart
Conducive to moths and beatle sparks
Audio effects steady and strong
Like a brewing storm embedded
Between hurricane clouds and
Tidal ocean swell in
Equatorial dynamics clone
Hot air goes up and out
Cool air spins round and round
As it hums a rattling
Awe inspiring stormy sound
Its compressor seems wild
Convulsive like thunderboreds
Chased by flying sparks and moths
I wonder why it rattles
As it blows cool air on my hair
Cool breeze on my skin and nails
Is it purely just thermodynamics rule?
Compressors rattle as it cools
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