Propagation Unit
Inside my head’s a propagation unit
Nourished with organic ideas.
I feed in the basic principles
And lo – a story appears!
It churns away, creating for fun.
All I have to do is let it run.
Out of the simplest seeds
It ponders and then proceeds.
But I can’t stop it.
It’s out of control!
There’s no off switch!
It continues to roll!
It is great to constantly harvest
All its varied fruit.
But I need something more practical
Or I’ll end up destitute.
My propagation unit will not rest
It seems to think it’s for the best.
I find myself scribbling to keep up
As it constantly fills up my cup!
But I’ll other things to do –
To ring the kids and clean the loo!
So I’m going to take my wondrous machine in hand!
Constant obsession will be banned!
I will demand that it performs at a convenient time!
The middle of the night is simply a crime!
It sits in there and with electricity glistens!
The trouble is that it never listens!
Opher 12.10.2019