A whole lot of anything
On its own with no ambition
can transform itself by improving
Its collaborative position
They tend to search for magnets
find other losers to use
and now stronger than individuals
The whole heap needs something to prove
some way to alienate the disconnected
Stuck together like pastries do
reborn into a bigger glob of whatever was wrong
with nothing more than hating the unknown to do
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 