Lamp Post

It is a lamp post. If it’s myriad other uses arent written in a manual, still, could it not fulfill many functions not explicitly defined within the pages of it’s spec sheet? And what of the raven, perched upon it’s apex, taking some small pleasure from dropping shining bombs upon unsuspecting pedestrians and crying it’s dominance over the neighborhood, occasionally shuffling over to warm it’s feet within the warm ambiance of the mercurial glow? A lamp with no other use but it’s primary purpose would be a poor device indeed, and the world would be a poorer place for it’s strict adherence to a sole function.

I will not cry at the abuses and indignities to which the lamp post is designed to withstand. No, I celebrate and treasure it’s many contributions to the world. Hello lamp post, wat’cha knowin’, I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’. Looks like someone found some rhymes for you :)