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…