Lovely Machine

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You are a lovely machine;

From the grime you bring out the sheen.

They twitch your belly button,

Punch in the coordinates,

You spit out the mutton.

You’re a self-made subordinate.

You’re a pretty toy;

A fickle human alloy,

A flesh and blood cold robot.

Their world revolves around you

Because what they want you got.

But you aint nothing but a tool.

You are a lovely machine.

For peanut you bruise your shin,

But no one will hold your heart

Even when it’s cold and dark.

All they wanna do’s use you

So you consent and play the fool.

Akpan