Mind and brain, with paper clips, some staplers
and a hook:
what better use
for crazy glue
and rubber bands
to make it swing quite free and loose:
an arc of thought,
a bit of Rye,
and a sugar cane to give it juice,
Some newsprint, like the NY Times
so it can wave and fly,
and then one chip, all tucked
just turn it on and it will play
There’s no one left to pour the wine
or wear a laborer’s cap.
We’re all out there, without a care
The market’s up; we’re in our luck.
What we require’s an auto-matron
To take the place
or even fancy Queens
So we’ll toast your deed if you fulfill our need:
Let your monster
fill the gap.