making of the clothes making the man
the website's still down
the pen still lost
and microsoft word seems to know
a whole damn lot
about paragraph lines
i have a wonderful shirt
and a wonderful tie
with no one to see me
live and work
i have a wonderful time
pretending i don't mind
the rain rushes away
in a sense the rain rushes
but i've seen it
all right no thanks bye bye
the program crashes
and someone calls
there are letters unwritten
bad poetry somewhere in bile
won't you take off a mitten
hold my hand for a while
between clickity clacks
and polite angry hollers
between four a.m. snacks
and the antlers of dollars
the time is still passed
and the text still typed
and everyone seems to know
a whole damn lot
about life
and no one to see my
metre and rhyme and no
one to read my crooked lines
and no one to speak
and no one to lie
and i'm having
really
quite a wonderful time
in my wonderful shirt
and my wonderful tie