Power Station
To all of my loves, I'm nothing but a greying power station.
They're not interested in me or my well-being.
I'm not sure if they ever were.
They come at me with endless barbed babble.
Having little need for dialogue or advice.
When their confusion evolves into a vice.
I'm just a chew toy for their mental mice.
They have their apps for advice and distraction.
My loves are leaving now -only half charged up.
They're well into their next power station to get topped off.
I'm completely drained and completely happy that they're gone.
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