You’re making a mechanism

that’s making a mechanism

that’s making a mechanism

that’s making you, that’s making you.

You lay down in your bed,

can’t sleep the whole night through.

You keep tossing turning

like the mechanism making you.

You ask if your nightmare

is a dream that’s coming true.

You keep running sinful

like the mechanism making you.

You’re working a whirligig

that’s working a whirligig

that’s working a whirligig

that’s working you, that’s working you.

You can’t clear your eyesight

with the walls and floors askew.

You keep splashing your face

like the mechanism making you.

You work in the factory

where they tell you what to do.

You keep sweeping the floor

like the mechanism making you.

You’re turning an automaton

that’s turning an automaton

that’s turning an automaton

that’s turning you, that’s turning you.

If you are a drunkard,

can’t stop at one or two.

You keep drinking red wine

like the mechanism making you.

When you watch television

with nothing to turn to,

you keep changing channels

like the mechanism making you.

If you are a glutton,

bite more than you can chew.

You keep eating cold cuts

like the mechanism making you.

You’re making a mechanism

that’s making a mechanism

that’s making a mechanism

that’s making you, that’s making you.

Make, mixed media, 2012, little figure about 1/2” H, and big figure about 6” H, standing up.