Second half of poetry

While typing up the poetry (what an experience!) I felt compelled to write my own short piece. I'm sure you'll notice my influence: 

While they are locked up I

            Look up

            Type up

            Check up

            Eat up

It is so FUCKED UP

The yellow papers scream

I try to answer back

Flying fingers on white keyboard

The only language I speak. 

NOTE: I fixed some clear typos but mostly left as-is. I was also unsure about one or two of the names.