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We had expected everything but revolt	A
And I kind of wonder myself when they started thinking	B
But there s no dice in that now	C
I ve heard fellow say	D
They must have planned it for years and maybe they did	E
Looking back you can find little incidents here and there	F
Like the concrete mixer in Jersey eating the wop	G
Or the roto press that printed 'Fiddle dee dee '	H
In a three color process all over Senator Sloop	I
Just as he was making a speech The thing about that	J
Was how could it walk upstairs But it was upstairs	K
Clicking and mumbling in the Senate Chamber	L
They had to knock out the wall to take it away	D
And the wrecking crew said it grinned	M
It was only the best	N
Machines of course the superhuman machines	O
The ones we d built to be better than flesh and bone	P
But the cars were in it of course	Q
and they hunted us	R
Like rabbits through the cramped streets on that Bloody Monday	S
The Madison Avenue busses leading the charge	T
The busses were pretty bad but I ll not forget	U
The smash of glass when the Duesenberg left the show room	V
And pinned three brokers to the Racquet Club steps	W
Or the long howl of the horns when they saw men run	X
When they saw them looking for holes in the solid ground	Y
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I guess they were tired of being ridden in	Z
And stopped and started by pygmies for silly ends	A2
Of wrapping cheap cigarettes and bad chocolate bars	B2
Collecting nickels and waving platinum hair	F
And letting six million people live in a town	C2
I guess it was tha I guess they got tired of us	R
And the whole smell of human hands	D2
But it was a shock	E2
To climb sixteen flights of stairs to Art Zuckow s office	R
Noboby took the elevators twice	F2
And find him strangled to death in a nest of telephones	G2
The octopus tendrils waving over his head	H2
And a sort of quiet humming filling the air	F
Do they eat There was red But I did not stop to look	I2
I don t know yet how I got to the roof in time	J2
And it s lonely here on the roof	K2
For a while I thought	L2
That window cleaner would make it and keep me company	S
But they got him with his own hoist at the sixteenth floor	M2
And dragged him in with a squeal	N2
You see they co perate Well we taught them that	J
And it s fair enough I suppose You see we built them	O2
We taught them to think for themselves	P2
It was bound to come You can see it was bound to come	Q2
And it won t be so bad in the country I hate to think	R2
Of the reapers running wild in the Kansas fields	S2
And the transport planes like hawks on a chickenyard	J
But the horses might help We might make a deal with the horses	T2
At least you ve more chance out there	F
And they need us too	J
They re bound to realize that when they once calm down	C2
They ll need oil and spare parts and adjustments and tuning up	U2
Slaves Well in a way you know we were slaves before	M2
There won t be so much real difference honest there won t	J
I wish I hadn t looked into the beauty parlor	L
And seen what was happening there	F
But those are female machines and a bit high strung	V2
Oh we ll settle down We ll arrange it We ll compromise	W2
It won t make sense to wipe out the whole human race	X2
Why I bet if I went to my old Plymouth now	C
Of course you d have to do it the tactful way	D
And said 'Look here Who got you the swell French horn '	-
He wouldn t turn me over to those police cars	B2
At least I don t think he would	J
Oh it s going to be jake	Y2
There won t be so much real difference honest there won t	J
And I d go down in a minute and take my chance	Z2
I m a good American and I always liked them	O2
Except for one small detail that bothers me	J
And that s the food proposition Because you see	J
The concrete mixer may have made a mistake	Y2
And it looks like just high spirits	A3
But if it s got so they like the flavor well	B3

Stephen Vincent Benet

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