Poetic Licence

I can, said the creator, I can / offer, he said, only a life.

Just / the spark to the starter motor, / a puff, a squeak and I,m done. / Life is all I can give you. Haven,t / you realised that I,m an experimenter, / not an insurance salesman?

So you / see, survival, survival is up to you; / it,s your adventure.

I can,t guarantee / silk stockings, an apartment in Manhattan, / or pure intentions.

But here,s a word of / advice: don,t put too much store in the words of / politicianseconomistsparentsteachersbossesexpertsbureaucratsmarketers, / they,re purveyors of an obscene accumulation of / useless cant...