The infinite monkey theorum

Bish,bash, breathe,
Waxed, worry, weave,
Faceless the slander,
Where it thinks to meander,
Quandrical the quest for qwerty,
Formally unfathomable now functionally flirty,
Chunky, clunky,
Retro, funky,
Thumping away on ancient keys,
Feed in more paper, chop down more trees,
Drop down a line, don't lose what you'll say,
Captcha those threads before they stray,
The industrial revolution gave many a resolution,
Carried upon Daisy's wheel,
Yards and yards of ribbons of spiel,
The monkey bangs and bashes too maddened to think,
A meaning to be found in the clunk, slunk, stink,
For with the passing of time something must be created,
Keep typing, keep trying, for this too has been fated,
On and on to infinity riding the tails of a kite,
Do it enough times and you'll eventually get it right,
From chaos an order winds tight upon the spool,
From these unstoppable chimps in the tiny typing pool,