Batteries
When my batteries run low
My cogs screech, the spinners
And my eyes grow dimmer
And I'm walking numb
When my batteries run low
Their double A selves
Marked with gold and black positives
Or silvery white negatives
A living ying and yang
For the future, past, and present
When my batteries run low
The water evaporates me
And overwhelms me dearly
And I'm living numb
When my batteries die low
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