She may find my
harsh tattoo
and unmalleable attitude
something that does not suit
her range of liking,
but I've changed
one, two, many times
to give a ****
if a dime minds my demeanor.  
Steel Reserve, and steely nerves,
I don't even have an interior
just miles of walls.
Glass eyes don't blink at all
when her clothes fall
or her voice calls
my name.
This clay is fired
it's too late to
change.