Your body’s got the wrong features?

Oh, wainh, wainh!

 

Its finish isn’t status tint?

You wanted

the other coupling link?

 

I don’t see a problem.

Gets you from A to B.

Has all the usual sensory

inputs and outputs.

And size is no indicator

of performance.

 

Why don’t you just take it

for a spin?

Once you get used to

how it drives, you’ll forget

you ever cared about

the bells and whistle.

 

And if you think your ride

has anything to do

with how easily you score,

well .-

 

Who ordered it, then?

Doesn’t matter.

You can’t return it here.

 

Body Shop

By L’Abbé, Sonnet (1973 – )

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