The Heart of Business

My factory ... each morning the engines puff ... the wheels spin, gears engaging the pistons pump, hydraulics pulsing like blood the robotic arms bend and twist and buzz to their business pulling, picking, placing, assembling ... oiled and attended to their duty a most important duty, I might add ... not just from my rather biased perspective but I think most would agree that our importance is empirical we put task to a rather vital course to a product of, should I say ... dire importance? our means allow for only the finest attentions and results the highest quality imaginable stationary elements of precision moving parts of the most meticulous interaction and synchronization an extraordinarily dependable product and a device that is, and MUST be, ultimately ... unbreakable we make the finest of the finest, after all and we put the "heart" in heartbeat our factory thrums with the thrumming of humanity pumps for the pumping of boundless blood and swells with the pride of unbreakable perfection A heart, above all, has to LAST and as our banners brightly proclaim ... 'Hart's Hearts Last To The Last' This poem did NOT place in the "Willy Wonka Is Not Here So What Is My Factory Going To Make" Poetry Contest.