SATISFACTORY

HE WORKED
DAY AND NIGHT
IN THE OL`SATISFACTORY
PRODUCING
LITTLE
SATISFYING
PLASTIC
TOYS
FOR  EVER IMMATURE
INDIVIDUALS
LOST OF
THEIR ABILITY
TO DO ANYTHING
BUT SATISFY
THEMSELVES

&

THAT UNCANDY SMELL
OF PLASTIC
SOON
MERGED WITH
HIS SENSITIZED SKIN
AND MADE
HIM FEEL
LIKE A TOY
ROBOT
WITH A
BUILT-IN
15 K  RAM
MEMORY
FOR THE
SIMULATION
OF  HUMAN
EMOTION

IT WAS THEN
AND THAT
WAS WHEN
IT HAPPENED
THAT HE
NO LONGER
FOUND ANY
SATISFACTION
WITH WORKING
DAY AND NIGHT
TO SATISFY
A BUNCH
OF NIT-WIT
PUNKSTERS
WITH COLOURED
HAIR
AND RUNNY NOSES

IT WAS NOT A MOMENT
BUT    T    H    E
M O M E N T

AND IN A FIT
OF RAW
EXCITEMENT
HE JOLTED
FROM THE
AWKWARD
SITUATION
TEARING DOWN
THE ENTIRE
SET-UP
OF IMAGINED
WALLS
AND
FOUND THE OPEN
SPACE QUITE
AN AMUSING
EXPERIENCE
WITCH HE GREW
TO LOVE
LIKE A SMALL
TREE
AND WHEN
ONE DAY
BIRDS CAME
TO SIT ON
HIS TINY BRANCHES
HE FOUND
PEACE
AND POLISHED
IT EVERY DAY
WITH A SILK CLOTH
UNTIL IT
SHONE SO
THAT THE EYE
FELL IN  ENVY
OF
WHAT IT SAW