Walking Abuse Machinery

Kept intact through nuts and bolts
The creaky legs that never stop
The once so shiny silver metal
Is rusty from misuse

A pumping heart of real-life flesh
Keeps the gears turning
Slowing down but nonetheless
Always, always working

Plates come loose
Glass is scratched
A heavy hunk of pure abuse
Walking on
Never lax
Machinery in constant use

For there are tools
And men in tow
All convinced, that there is gold
They tear in two
They drill right through
Anything of value sold

It’s left with scraps
Near collapse
After follow bloody tracks
It walks this road
Resembling trash
Flesh and metal, to advance