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 national 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.