Concrete and Clay

What more can I say?

I sit in a public library watching five learn direct advisers-tutors-mentors crouched round a photocopier, the problem remains, a suited balding white collar anxiously lifts up and down the hood of the machine like a car bonnet. The training gurus fight amongst themselves with words of resetting and contrast whilst deep down knowing they know nothing of the workings of a photocopier. All the man power or high flying won't change the fact they can not mend that photocopier because deep down they know this was made recently, it is a modern piece of magic. The suited white collar and the draping dressed middle aged mentors know they can't change the fact that it does not work.

I reckon I could mend it.