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Processes
For a start
I built a machine
That built a machine
That took its maker apart
It stood there in one corner
All shiny and spick and span
Tribute to the ingenuity of
The species of modern man
And in another corner piled
By each constituent little bit
The remnants of the machine
That had carefully builded it
One machine there in pieces
One looking slim and sleek
I shut my work room door
And pondered for a week
And then
I built a machine
That built a machine
That put it together again
With each corner now filled
There wasn't room for me
So I locked my workshop up
And threw away the key
Switched off all the power
Took a bus up town
Where for a little while
I just wandered all around
Then I removed to Bermuda
Very safely out of reach
Where I intend to end my days
Drinking gin on a sunny beach
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