The Automatonical Replacement of the Broom

The Automatonical Replacement of the Broom

       Driven somewhat dangerously by Dennis,

(well versed in recent advances in health and 
safety, but blissfully unaware of his surroundings),

With one arm hanging from the cockpit

                               It fires the sound of 
Impending attack,
With a thick-bristled


Flushing out culprits
It annihilates 

With a water cannon
Hidden between bared teeth.

Keeping the road 
Like a leashed 
Alsatian following its
Prey, it threatens 

With a Blizkrieg sound 
And a whirl of spray,
Driving the unwanted underground.

Tomorrow it’ll be unmanned and unremitting,
under the influence of silicone chips, 

unbending to resistance—
But today the hi-vis jacket coughs 

and spits 

and scratches in the cockpit—
to the scratchy tune from the cockpit radio.

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