Are they firm?
Or do they fall,
Flop,
Flap?
Do you flip them
When you fish them
Out their bags?
Are they full
Or underfunded?
Wonder wired,
Wall to wall,
Or loose tools
Inside a sack like
Shirt
Desired by
Awful tradesmen
Fawning at their
Corners,
Baying at their shore,
Calling out for more
Whilst flooring
You in anger
For your refusal
To allow them in,
Or are they flashed
For cash,
And asked for it.
Or sternly moulded?
Fixed and folded
Under armpits
In defence of
Further realms.
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