Figures of eight

It’s a wind-up mechanism
and it’s the ism that makes it go,
as if there wasn’t enough ism’s
already.

Hands up
who wants to be a battery?
ha
wishing all the time,
you’ll end up with the fourteen-pounders
out on the Maginot line.

Desperate like Dan,
the
Dandy man,
but
life is no comic book pie,

we try to laugh all the same
fits and paroxysms are all in
the game,
more ism’s to chew on.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.