Car-makers turned chicken workers
will be helped by ironical views:
bits of chickens will become bits of cars.
Not to make a list of them,
parsons' noses
will become whatever car-men call exhausts.
But for whom being is cars
and not being is chickens, Hamlets,
can they be helped to such ironical views
as calling a chicken a Cruise,
or will it be their depression that hits the news?
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