Torque

Hunker up and make me spin.

Hunker down and twist again.

Keep the pressure turning in

So we can glide into the wind.

 

Twisted with a finger wrench,

Not a worry, not a pinch,

Feather light, intent to quench,

Fulfilling every measured inch.

 

Every moment hand in hand

Seals the bond so neatly planned,

Tightening our troubled band

Into a strong united stand.

 

We have been and yet will be

Purveyors of utility.

Wheels revolve eternally

To make us one,

To set us free.