Red tape Procedures. Rules. Kafka-esque, cannot escape Even Orwell thought them fools.

First is passed from a good meal, or bad, but hopefully it passes in peace, without a smell. Second is a place for turning, sometimes for grinding, often for more. Put together, I am a foe to an imaginative knight, whose dreams led to battles falsely fought.

I am Feared I am respected I am both anticipated And unexpected Often silent Often stealthy Touching the poor Touching the wealthy You cannot hide You cannot run Been on my way Since you begun

From times past, a treasure held dear, a whisper of tales, oh so clear. Crafted by hands now long gone, it's the key to stories overdrawn. Indiana Jones wants to find them all.

Built with rivets and bravado bright, Chrome-kissed dreams of the Atomic Age night. Gauges wink green, red buttons gleam, Tomorrow imagined in yesterday’s scheme. A countdown echoes from mission control, Tin hero aimed for the great unknown. With fire for feet, I leap from the pad, A future promised in magazines ads.