If I was a machine,
my system would be broken.
I'd be broken beyond repair.
I'd be useless,
and unwanted.
Why would anyone want me?
There are machines that work better,
and not many that work worse.
But I'm trying.
Doesn't that count for anything?
I'm trying despite my broken and missing pieces;
I'm trying to do my job.
But.
Despite my best efforts,
a broken machine,
just, doesn't, work.
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Random collection of poetry
PoetryThis is my compilation of new poems and old. They are not necessarily in chronological order so beware of random changes in quality. But I hope you enjoy my poems :)