Mind and brain, with paper clips, some staplers
and a hook:
what better use
for crazy glue
and rubber bands
and spit
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
away;
just turn it on and it will play
and give
a
pleasant
talk
O Finkelstein
O Finkelstein
There’s no one left to pour the wine
or wear a laborer’s cap.
We’re all out there, without a care
to dance
and swear
and dine.
The market’s up; we’re in our luck.
What we require’s an auto-matron
To take the place
of Jills
or Johns,
or even fancy Queens
So we’ll toast your deed if you fulfill our need:
Let your monster
fill the gap.