Hooked up to a terminal, positively charged, my life's a carbon battery pack carried slung across my back.
Sometimes I plug into the mains try to melt or cook my brains, it drains me though.
.Once or twice I thought it would be nice to connect up to a lemon, they say there's power to be found in fruits personally I purse my lips at that pearl of wisdom, I'd sooner go on the nationalΒ grid.
Now and then when I'm at one hundred percent fully charged and waiting to be spent I sit in idle contemplation like a train that lit upon an unlit station wondering what comes next.