Guiltless

Guiltless, whatever you are
Now, this is not what I always prove
Nor is it something I look forward to
The only machine that works is you
And when I make you move
You have not anything to fear
The reasons are simple
Perhaps, you may not like them
But that is the effect
You will see how it goes
This efficiency will take you far
Until the fluid leaves and lays you bare
I will not laugh anymore
Neither will I cry
For there is nothing that makes me
A rocky ride for all of us
And then a giving of thanks for your economy
Merry men  are those making the money
After which no machine will work
A path is long centered on useless gravity
This is the loser's edition
Volume 29 and counting