Yurts in the age of uncertainty
Building a yurt these days,
is no easy thing,
sure the cyborgs pitch in,
they can help with the lilacs,
i should have listened to the Rumba!
she knew of much more than sweeping.
lo, she gave me hints, as she brushed,
sounding like the second movment,
but i stared at the screen then,
even when she tried,
to spell the coming doom.
i thought it's an advertisement.
not fair of me to close my mind.
oh, and you might say,
what has that got to do,
with the price of tea in Caracs?
i'll tell you, so, it has much bearing:
yurts are the barometer.
every venture is messured,
'gainst that ancient art.
itinerary writing and other,
miscellaneous secraterial work,
all are compared to or beneath.
and the Rumba knew that all too well.
and so, i must make amends,
i must erect a worthy apology.