Jury-Rigged
My heart doesn’t beat like yours any more
It’s held together with duct tape and string
Balloons pump my blood and gears turn the beat
Paper clips hold everything in place
I’ve noticed no one notices
Though I’m patched and stitched in places
And the seams stretch and pull and tear
They still feel open half the time
You see, I still work just fine
My limbs, they move, my mind, it thinks
Yes function over form, I still work just fine
Though the buzzing noise in a bit odd
And the paper clips often bend and break
Many pieces ought to be replaced
But I just can’t afford it now
Good hearts cost much more than what I make
And like I said, it works just fine
Most of the time, when the bits don’t break
Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2011
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