Mr. Mann Desires a Tail

The ink in all the pens
is drying up. Water scarce.
Fires start themselves.
Electronics disordered,
some TVs blue.
He decides to reveal.
Unfurl. It is striped,
Half again as long.
Can’t control the switches,
will of its own. Now
he lies on the rug.
Now it curls around
his whole life.