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 Iím done. / Life is all I can give you. Havenít / you realised that Iím an experimenter, / not an insurance salesman? So you / see, survival, survival is up to you; / itís your adventure. I canít guarantee / silk stockings, an apartment in Manhattan, /