#210 Bends

I bend

To the wind

It pushes me where it will

I lean and twist

This way and that

Like a tortured weather vane

Wearing white striped socks

I bend

As a dogleg

A right hand turn

In the course of the river

A whirlpool at the corner

You’ll gather up speed

As you fly down the water

In your tube

Drinking beer

I bend

Only so far

Before I break

I’m strong

But brittle

It’s not something I can fake

Oh you can try

And you will

But as you put the pressure on

My face will stay stony and still

I bend

To your will

I’m pliable

Like putty

You can shape me for any purpose

Whether noble

Or ill

Am I the perfect tool for any job?

Or am I undependable

Because of my lack of rigidity

Only you can decide

I am your Silly Putty