We met the Most Inventive Doctor Black
Who claimed it was electricity he lacked.
What power the Company did supply
He discovered was an evil trap and lie.
Afterward, every experiment he did
Sought a method to escape the Grid.
Sun or wind or thundercloud
He calls for Makers plainly, loud
To seek resources, create a plan
To free all Poppets from the Man.
ok. so I'm not a poet. But our Doctor Black is so much bigger inside than out, I had to try.
It's Sunday. I look out at the sun sparkling off the water, the mountains, the palm trees. I think of Bugs Bunny, digging, digging, trying so hard, by hook or by crook, to get to Palm Springs. And all I want to be is somewhere else.
The Poppet Who Lives On My Desk is looking at me. I am one very silly human.
