Mekkanikk

My robotic afterlife was tainted with rejection.

I'd gaze at my reflection and see rust.

Let's form a club for all the clones that never made it.

Techno lepers, cyber chumps,

prosthetic paupers plunging pliers in your pocket...

And if I dance when you are feeling bored...

And if I serve you when you're lazy,

lying limp across the floor,

will you inject a little joy into my stick?

Will you respect me in the morning?