A switch is still a switch
Even though one might not have an itch
To know how current flows
That’s how the story goes
People just don’t care
Their interest is elsewhere
I suppose

A pole is still a pole
When its throw decides to take a stroll
Yet a pole can become whole
If it redefines its role
In destined circuitry
That’s how it has to be
Heaven knows

Now and then a throw will blame
Its pole for coming down so hard
And once the pole is put to shame
Connective sense is surely marred

I believe life’s but a dream
Even though sometimes it makes me scream
And as many dreams come true
I’m a pole with but a clue
That throws are everywhere
In electronic prayer
God Bless You