19

Gasping Over-Drive

All hail the majestic power source.
We have no reason to hide.
It starts with an astric crossmember
And ended with an overpower glide.

Conductors connecting,
Instructors directing,
Inductors collecting.
It all seems so odd.

Grief, grief, the battery's dead.
His cells are dry, he's lost his lead.
We've lost the charge that we all dread,
Given time, given time, given time.

Oh, how sweet the smell of burning God!

Richard C. Hayner
1970 ©

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