my head doesn't matter
to the solution to this
it must be I'm Irish
yeah kiss me, I wish
there soon will be sins
staining corner and edge
of these immortal souls
take aim with your wedge
twist in with your screw
shift me with your lever
you press your advantage
and then throw me under
your hard wheel and axle
pull me with your pulley
down inclined plane push me
use force like a bully
you make it so easy
the way you wield meaning
the truth is dismantled
by simple machining
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