Vice versa
A song about an anvil
Oh hard lump
Hardest of metal chunks
Beaten on daily
The hammer head
How can you take the pounding?
The ringing in your ears
Must be astounding
What a vice!, What a virtue!
What a curse! What a curfew!
To be tied down
Screwed to the bench
Just to know you can never wrench free
But you look over to your cousin
In Engineering
The vice,
What advice would you give he?
He is always under pressure
Never a go getter
But always a setting free
Please release me
The wood and metal cry out!
I can't I can't
The vice says back
With mouth filled
Lock jaw
Jaundiced
Bulldog grip
Snap shut
Break its jaw with
A gun butt
Oh no
A bullet wouldn't do it
A lead sandwich
Soft
And you can hear the Anvil ringing again
Always engaged
Talking in the sound and fury
The inane beating of the hammer stroke
Progress it says
Is second nature
Produce
Secure
Resound and stay
Safe
Close to the furnace
Bellows pumping
And iron thumping
Like a beating heart
The hearth and heart
Of home
