He
He was is down for a scheduled maintenance.
The talking angels need to refit
and tweak the words he has to speak.
Janitor ghost have to refit new software.
Bare bones need to be given new dance steps;
disjointed poetry taught to walk upright.
Night and day cogs had been turning, turning,
mind oil burning, burning,
but he is doing good; he is just doing fine.
The three Muses and their staff
will get back to you soon
as they bring him ever so gently
back on line.
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