Oh mighty engine

Cindy writes a paragraph:
Says, "Time is passing,
"But the bubbles in her heart
"Are everlasting.
"Yeah, she gave her life to art,
"And who could blame her?
"It’s pretty major,
"Fraught with danger
"And stuff like that."
Mighty engine
Of good intention,
You’re purring softly beside me;
Grinding gently inside me;
Tapping totally madly
For you,
For you.
Says, "The plot is getting strange,
"Taken on new meaning.
"And the hero’s run away,
"And no one’s stopped him."
But she can’t control the page;
It’s taken over.
"There’s people dying,
"Colons crying,
"And full stops finding fault."
Oh, what a dolt.
Mighty engine
Of good intention,
You’re purring softly beside me;
Grinding gently inside me;
Tapping totally madly
For you,
For you,
For you,
For you.
Cindy writes of kerosene
And broken bottles.
Says, "The troubles were a part
"Of someone’s childhood."
But she can’t get past the point
Where someone’s dying:
"It’s pretty minor.
"A pithy liner
"Should sort it out,
"But he won’t die.
"He just mucks about.
"Oh, it’s so hard."
Now we’ve broken out the gin.
(It helps her thinking.)
And given in to sin,
We’re breathing deeply.
But something’s on her mind:
A chapter stirring.
Her mind is whirling,
And off she trots
To tap her keys to the top.
Oh, she’s off.
Mighty engine
Of good intention,
You’re purring softly beside me;
Grinding gently inside me;
Tapping totally madly
For you,
For you,
For you,
For you.