Here Comes Steampunk Annie

If I was part machine, a steampunk woman, or a steampunk dog, or a steampunk cat, I would choose to have a machine heart, so I could be less soft. So my feelings would not get hurt so easily, so I could Stop crying inside when people get mean and mad, Or a tsunami kills a bunch of innocents. I would also choose machine eyes – big round soft brown ones, Because of the floaties I have in my older green and hazel eyes. Floaties could not get into steampunk eyes, right? I would choose bendable, new steampunk machine knees. They would jump and summersault and do cartwheels and Other stuff I can no longer do after tearing my ACL and Meniscus which never got fixed, because it happened At work and Workman’s Comp told me at my age, Surgery would not be smart. They would call me Steampunk Annie, and I would Run up and down alleys, saving people from the robbers, And the drug pushers, and I would kick the drug pushers In their petootsies and make them cry Because they would not have steampunk eyes Or anything. I would rock the Steampunk World with sass and vim, and be The super hero I know I can be!