Machine

I, the engine pulling us along

Will burn the fuel until it's gone.

These piston rings go bad and smoke pours out

Still, I will get around.

It's as simple as a trendy song

Stuck in your head with the radio off.

I'm a speaker blown, but still will rock.

Go ahead

Turn me on.

Tackle all the obstacles today

They are like Popsicles melting away…

The novel has mystery

It shades and stalls

When,

I chronicle.

I am sewing the fashions and styles

Fabrics of every kind

So I will take this piece of thread

And I,

Intertwine.

I'm so divine.

Designed and built to serve your life.

Always at your finger tips when you need,

Because I

Am Machine.

November 15th 1997