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Burning lungs and driven minds, I wouldn’t dare take a step back. No one would believe me. No one thought I had it in me. If they only knew what we were capable of. Let the crowd gather ‘round, To see what they cannot deny. Go ahead and eat the crow, I am a machine. If she’s got the fuel, then I’ve got the power. Is everyone still watching? Where did that train come from? What power do I have against a locomotive? How could I possibly stand up? Please, everyone, turn your head for just one minute. Wait, did you all see that? I made a spark; I was running! I swear it’s true! I swear! Ah ha! It happened again; surely you saw. If you had only faced this direction moments before. Alas, it’s revealed. I’m not bluffing, and now you know. Now you can see her skin-carved “A.” It’s right there in plain sight. Credibility must bestow itself upon me. I turn only to find your cosmetics at work. You’re quick enough to be a beautician. You’re dangerously quick, Here I am, blushing red. My shame is too much to bear; I’ve lost my alibi. I’m outdated, worn down. In these circumstances, can you blame me for rusting? Not a soul has looked on me kindly since the day. What once was luxury is being sold on a lawn. Must you take all the fruit from the queen until she bleeds to death? The back of this closet looks awfully dark. I can't hear anything from in here. I haven't a clue where everyone's gone. I can promise you one thing is true, though: I'm not broken; I still work. I swear. Just plug me in.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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