He said bend and the son-of-bitch bent.
Sure it was only a fender but
Boy, did he bender!
He said bend and nearly nothing
See some people round off to the next
Person they meet.
They get twisted through a single encounter.
Others are the spinner.
They wring things out.
Like the wind
They’re a force of invisible clout.
Make things and break things
And to their very best, shake things.
No standing stiff with them about.
Thank you, friend.