My Mechanical Spirit
oh, by jeepers I'm a tool
I live by pliers and wrenches
can't get enough of bountiful saws
have awakenings from utensils
the old lady who lived in this here dump
left plates and saucers
a tea set of iron porcellain with rep stripes
like her late hubby's neckware
spartan forks and napkins
were among the last clean things in my greasy grasp
and lordy she left behind
her old hammer and sickle
I've removed opportunist weeds for fifteen successive mini-millenia
with that tempered steel hook she gave me
I beat nails into wallboard for hanging pics on velvet for three five year plans
using the old lady's hammer
I got the wave
the waves of grain
I got the waves of grain under control
oh, by jeepers I'm a tool
I live by pliers and wrenches
can't get enough of bountiful saws
have awakenings from utensils
the old lady who lived in this here dump
left plates and saucers
a tea set of iron porcellain with rep stripes
like her late hubby's neckware
spartan forks and napkins
were among the last clean things in my greasy grasp
and lordy she left behind
her old hammer and sickle
I've removed opportunist weeds for fifteen successive mini-millenia
with that tempered steel hook she gave me
I beat nails into wallboard for hanging pics on velvet for three five year plans
using the old lady's hammer
I got the wave
the waves of grain
I got the waves of grain under control
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