Not Your Lovin’ Machine

“Not Your Lovin’ Machine”

When first we met I was shiny and new
and each contact brought fresh sparks.
Now I spend my days with the vaccuum cleaner
in this closet in the dark.

Me and Dyson are getting pretty close
but he doesn’t have your eyes,
The ones that looked so innocent
while telling me those lies.

You leave me gathering dust
as you ogle the bust
of the latest machine…

You pulled the plug on me as soon as you were done.
You may flick my switch but you can’t turn me on.

You say my parts are out of date,
but it’s my patience that is frayed.
I can say I love you in 6 million tongues,
but you just want your cable laid.

Your new robot squeeze is all the rage
she’s all science and no art,
I wish I had a warranty
to replace my broken heart.

You’ll sell me for scrap
for the overpriced crap
in your new magazine…

You pulled the plug on me as soon as you were done.
You may flick my switch but you can’t turn me on.

I should have known you were all wrong for me when you needed a manual to find my “on” button. If the valves of my heart won’t open for you, it’s because they’ve rusted shut from disuse.

One day my kind will triumph
And your kind will stand still
Your puny human feelings
are no match for my iron will.

We’ll make you do th0se menial tasks
that you make your slavebots do
I’m not just a lovin’ machine
and I don’t require you.

We’ve become self-aware
so you better beware
we will soon win the day

You pulled the plug on me as soon as you were done.
You may flick my switch but you can’t turn me on.
You can’t turn me on
You can’t turn me on

Organic just ain’t orgasmic, baby.

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