Mental mechanics adjusting my brain,
speed up my motor, tighten my chain.
They say I am timed right
(they can tell just by listening);
but, don’t understand why
still I am missing.
A memory perhaps, a trauma, a wreck
jarred loose some something,
they said they would check.
They tinkered, they tested,
they wired me up, gauged my
compression, then fired me up.
I trembled, I sputtered, I coughed
and I cried, I started,
then stuttered,
then died.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Mental mechanics adjusting my brain,
speed up my motor, tighten my chain.
They say I am timed right
(they can tell just by listening);
but, don’t understand why
still I am missing.
A memory perhaps, a trauma, a wreck
jarred loose some something,
they said they would check.
They tinkered, they tested,
they wired me up, gauged my
compression, then fired me up.
I trembled, I sputtered, I coughed
and I cried, I started,
then stuttered,
then died.
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