Must a Violence

Mechanics

95 Mechanics Oh life which I hate Oh wading pool of dirt and runoff Oh tree chipper roaring and chewing and spitting out again Oh curly, curly pig tail sprightly on the pig bottom Oh shirtless, overweight retiree punctuating talk radio with deep personal belches Squelched talents like shriveled walnuts rattling in the shell, the tensed muscles You can see I am over-obligated I have chosen a difficult profession Though I kept my nose to the grindstone Though I kept my ear to the ground Though I put my shoulder to the wheel Still it appears I have over-committed myself to the needs of others, to offering solutions to the selfish, blunt-headed needs of others, to the litigious, masturbatory prick-waving of others Must it be so, Lord? What a tricksy gamer who builds things with blobs of oil What a tricksy gamer who sells old clothing items to purchase new clothing items What a tricksy gamer who responds to job advertisements 96 with links to other job advertisements No really, I am full of awe Hit me with a hammer, Lord Hit me with a chisel made of crystal glass But don’t let him die Don’t let him die yet How could it be the mechanics of this day, this hour, hide a better, more perfect mechanics? ...