It Won't Take Long Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's

Levels of pleasure barely measure a blip
Nothing works and it is no longer on a list or discussed in conversation
The terminated plan of action awaits a jumpstart from a newly introduced source

When that happens, it won't take long for marching armies of fanciers
Go-go boots, bare midriffs, and concealed contempt
Past denigrators in fields of expulsion

They prop up the nerves
Defend the battery and spank the loyal
Animate the mechanical corpse
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