"It seems I never got the part"

A co-op poem

It seems I never got the part all exchanged

The part of the cake that was moist and thus simple

The part that combined all of the others into one deranged

The part that was something that not all there is dimple.

The part that was a component of the machine

Whirring in the blackness of devotion.

The part that is blithely contained in the whole Chinois

And then created a cog that has a pre-cog on the notion

Measuring out the quantities there contained.

As a point to a line to a limelight

As a melody refined to harmony.

These abilities are beyond my pleasure

Taking forth the time without due treasure.