Poem: Change
So much coin jangling in my pocket, I need to find a well and wish. I need to put two coins over my eyes and go on that boat trip. I need to cut the corners straight. I need to stop cutting corners. It's only Tuesday! It'll pass. It's only the end of an era. They knew it couldn’t last that’s why it was so important to pretend it would. They said "now is the time of monsters", they’re saying it again now. The mind reels because my feet haven’t moved. I’m only a quadruped in a machine that could kill me. I can only take flight in a machine that could kill me. All the machines are insured and none of them ‘fight fascism’. But on the way I saw something four legged with a soft gait, which reminded me, I’ve seen animals in traps before. When their legs can’t move they use their teeth. I was also built to get to one place from another.