I am like all those other lonely women;
My eyes are closing, from the stinging.
I am ageing with the best of them,
I am growing veined, waiting.

My HEART is a cog turning,
I have BARBED WIRE for a stomach.
My legs are PISTONS burning,
My GUTS are rubber.

And all my parts are rusted, aged, breaking;
Even my technology is out-dated.

My teeth are RAZORS, biting.
My EYES are funnels.
My mouth is a SUCTION pad.
My ARMS are LEVERS.

I am growing veined waiting,
I am ageing with the best of them.
My eyes are closing from the stinging.
I am like all those other lonely women.

My ribs a FIRE GUARD.
My HANDS are CLAMPS and VICES.
My SPINE an IRON ROD.
My FINGERS FEELERS.

And even my technology is out-dated;
All my parts, All my parts, All my parts, All my parts.