She Smelled of Unstable

she smelled of unstable an upgrade from offline like a magnet folded in two she had me sputtering over gutters whenever she was looking for action there was no getting bored i was but one of a billions souls who's timing was all wrong it's a wonder i ever belonged i was readily decomposed changed into another compound waffling like an improper synonym and then she asked me for money something about poweraving i heard gaslight rhythms and my PTSD set in i put her in a cage she never asked again