Tinkering Tinker Box Poem by Raymond Edward Archer

A simple and grotesque mind
Has a gross number of ways
To either be cruel or kind

The destruction incited through angry words
Soils our lunchtime air with putrid curds
So severe, you taste the tension
Some love milkshakes
That's what I failed to mention

Through a muddy lens
Scratched by suspended rock
The paths to the tinker box tend to block
Clear and rational light gets lost in a
Confusing and complex concoction
But changing the state of the tinker box is
Not a sustainable option

So, with blackened eyes and shaken nerves
The world begins to reshape and discolour
This only brings frustration and fear
Like gum losing its flavour

And so it begins, with a simple mind
Grotesque and destroyed in a gross number of ways
never to be kind