Oh Mighty Engine - Neil Halstead

Cindy writes a paragraph

Says time is passing

But the bubbles in her heart are everlasting

Yeah, she gave her life to art

And who could blame her?

It’s pretty major

Fraught with danger and stuff

Like that

Oh, mighty engine

Of good intention

You’re purring softly beside me Grinding gently inside me Tapping totally madly

For you

Says the plot is getting strange

It’s taken over

And the hero’s run away

And no one told her

But she can’t control the page

It’s taken over

There’s people dying, semicolons crying

And full stops finding fault

Oh, what a dolt

Cindy writes of kerosene

And broken bottles

Says the troubles were a part of someone’s childhood

But she can’t get past the point

Where someone’s dying

It’s pretty minor

A pithy liner should sort it out

But he won’t die

He just mucks about

Oh, it’s so hard

Now we’ve broken out the gin

It helps her thinking

And given into sin

We’re breathing deeply

But something’s on her mind

A chapter stirring

Her mind is whirling

And off she trots

To tap her keys to the top

Oh, she’s off

Mighty engine

Of good intention

You’re purring softly beside me Grinding gently inside me Tapping totally madly

For you