Of course, I’ll adapt to your rules And your nonsense. I’ll fill all your forms And comply to your schemes. I will be your prototype, blueprint and model. I am just a Pattern-creating Machine. *** It’s funny how some words replace another And the originals remain to scream in hiding. “We’re not the first!” We’re not the first and not the last to make, To mince the meaning into the mundane. We’re not the first who brutally delayed With some intent forgotten on the way. And if it’s true that words can have such power It’s even stranger that they are at all allowed To coexist.