Machines

I’m the robot learning how to love, Not quite working like I should. I’m the mechanical bull that just won’t stop, Like the faulty snooze on your alarm clock. I’m the answering machine on your phone, Speaking too much when I’m left alone. I’m the faulty wiring in your lights, Keeping you up through restless nights. I’m the tumble dryer trying to be cool, Like a broken filter in your pool. I’m the traffic light stuck on red, A toaster failing to warm the bread. I’m the car without a steering wheel, I’m an android unsure how to feel. I’m the crackle in your surround sound, The noise in my head that won’t die down. I’m the kettle that won’t quite boil, A worn-out part in need of oil. I’m a calculator with no control, A system glitch taking its toll.