When the engine sputters, stalls
In a cup, a jump start calls.
Symbol of vanity
Trickster of eye
the corner tavern
These shimmering jewels
Can appear unexpected
The inward now outward
I grab my prey with steely grip
And round its skull I neatly rip
The insides spill out, quite mundane
Then back into my lair I'm lain.
a can opener
Cyclops and his tethered friend
The fray to end.
a needle and thread
We line up like well-behaved children
You all know the song of our names
We’re articulate darlings
But also appalling
When four run a-foul and profane.
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