Perpetual Motion Machine

You can't fix stupid.  like a folded penny stuck to its own face falling through gray sky transmitting its malformation to millions  every year. every year millions of bright pennies fold duck billed, sawlike, asleep standing up

The exclamation points give it away. They! Suggest! Urgency! where only the queasy acceptance of a souring hippy movement is to be found. "I swear it's not too late", sing The Byrds in their chart topping rendition of Pete Seger's folk classic, Turn! Turn! Turn!, lying about a vision of the end of the Vietnam war they supposedly had while on acid.  Meanwhile in another more monochrome 60's anthem, Blowin' in the Wind, Bob Dylan is not lying about visions or on acid. He's on hold with customer service.  Segregation, napalm and