I love to keep busy dear owner,
why not understand,
a machine with no job rusts,
so am i too,
a soft dough in the skull, you call me brain,
give me a job or two,
this loneliness hurts me more than you,
busy, busy busy,
and am active and strong.
Copyright © nikhileswari swaminathan | Year Posted 2013
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