In the hands of a monkey I gum up the gears A simple design That’s lasted for years In heartbreak or sadness I’m felt in your gut Or, grip me tight to bust a nut

in a stream of yellow I flow from the tip, a vinegarish flavor, a delicious dip. from pretzels to hotdogs, I make things just right, but in delis, I’d better get me some hot spicy brown.

Spring from the earth, But return in a bit, Safety intention? To wit, lone armpit

Wall by wall, I build my new house after the sweltering heat. The air is made all the sweeter, the scents of warm spices leading the perfumed charge. I carefully portion out dollops of mortar, and line my footpath with cheery stones. The outside I paint and dust with snow, and add garnish with whorled tiles. What did I build with?

Could you? Would you? Should you? Do you want an outcome at all? Schrodinger can reveal the answer when you’re ready.