Deep in my chest There is a heart, Lungs, And the paperwork I probably won't need for years. Sanded, varnished, Carpenter-finished, These compartments Keep mentalizations In their bay, As the big ocean Can only hold So much salt. Desalinization plants The seeds of waste In the minds of all technical hearers. Unlimited! Vast! Enormities Unheralded by previous epochs. Suited, tied, shiny shoes Indicate that groups of three Are only in the ears Of particular passive beholders. Tighten up, son, You have a responsibility To the future family And your children's children. Devolve your perfectibility To containability And train your organization To automatically store That which has no use In the moment you will seize.