The Machine
Gears spinning wildly
Steam coming out of pipes
Rattling, Bashing
Clashing and Clanging
The Machine works wildly
Yet all of it in sync
If there’s one small slip
Crash! We’re all sunk
It operates our world
The one that we all live in
We oil it, clean it
Keep all the cogs turning
We tighten all the screws
When the warnings on
Yellow means it’s bad
Red means it’s worse
If all the screws are tight
Then green light shines out
Mechanical arms funnel fuel
Through all the tubes
We are drilling ever deeper
To get more kerosene
We have buckets of ice water
In case it overheats
One day, we all know
A spring or bolt will break
Then everything will break
Everything will stop
And this mad, constant spinning
Will come to an end
When that day comes
We will all die
But by that time
We will be ready
For the final gasping breath
Ready for the end
Of our own Machines.