For centuries things developed
All on their own
The thinking being if it worked
Just leave it alone,
Then along came the Designer
With their very different creed
Of interfering with our things
Even when there was no need.
The very attractive implement
Now no longer fit for use
Having been subject of
A Re-design abuse.
Those impractical artefacts
That look so very nice
Thanks to the Designer Label
Now costing three times the price.
Before I die just grant me
A baseball bat and one hour alone
With that accursed designer of
The Automated Answerphone.
Is it being too selfish to ask chance
To give them a thorough pasting
For all the hours they caused
Me to spend fruitlessly wasting.
Grant one hour withThe inventor
of the canned music machine
I'd make the thoughtless wretch wish
His existence had never been.
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Should be imprinted in every brain
So at least there's a chance these
Creatures will stop driving us insane.
There are people in this world who
Strive to make our lives finer.
Sadly that doesn't apply to most of.
That idiot class called Designer.
Is it too much to ask to be
Granted my philanthropic need
To rid the world of at least one of
That odious thoughtless breed.
