Poetic Licence e-bog

I can, said the creator, I can / offer, he said, only a life. Just / the spark to the starter motor, / a puff, a squeak and I,m done. / Life is all I can give you. Haven,t / you realised that I,m an experimenter, / not an insurance salesman? So you / see, survival, survival is up to you; / it,s your adventure. I can,t guarantee / silk stockings, an apartment in Manhattan, / or pure intentions. But here,s a word of / advice: don,t put too much store in the words of / politicianseconomistsparentsteachersbossesexpertsbureaucratsmarketers, / they,re purveyors of an obscene accumulation of / useless cant...