In Procrustes' province applicants
computerized by size and sum
keep his solid-state state
in iron equilibrium.
He riffles stacks of keyword files
and grins to see his neat will done:
each applicant assigned measured space
and programmed splinter of ersatz sun.
Fitting persons into pre-cut frames,
Procrustes trims to the decimal point,
fulfilled by any chance to jam
time in, or bones out, of joint.
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Aloha William... Then Along came Theseus! How unfortunate for Procrustes and perhaps the best for the each of US... Maybe this is what I could be... That chopper of those unnecessary conditions of the heart, mind, and soul... carving out the old and causing extreme pain for my patients... Would you like a booking? IAM not joking... Nice bit of word work... gets my phat coin given to you tonight... All of he best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two