Electronic Plate Tectonics Poem by Maxwell Ames

I'm rickety and slow like
Electronic plate tectonics
Never have liked ebonics but 
I've been hooked on phonics 

It doesn't take much chronic to get me to sway
And make my mind all cloudy like sedimentary decay
That is found in our rivers from the thick roots of trees 
Planted by prodigious landscape architects in the 1850's 

Make me type or write
Don't let me dictate 
My hands are more articulate
than my mouth could ever be
Like Steven Hawking when his hand and mind coordinate 

Don't suffocate or capitulate by becoming a sponge 
To every personable citizen who doesn't agree with more than one
Other idea, because your mind will fold
Like every ignorant imbecile that thinks the earth is only five thousand years old

Corroding gears come to a halt in one's mind
When new lyrics
Are hard to find the screen unwinds 
I can't see my words, so kindly, for the night, I'm retired