So many damned people rattle
on about their ball and socket joints,
they seem amidst the chatter to lose some
of their mystery, that special something
given by “God” to components
that have been universally joined together
in a smooth mechanical harmony.

I have balls and I have sockets but I
don’t go around bragging on them – it’s
enough to know they’re there somewhere
under all that sticky stuff, doing a job
that needs to be done. It’s enough to tip
your hat and stay out of their way.