NOTE: This is a very weird poem. I'm a very odd person who writes very odd poetry. Reviews are appreciated.
Broken Machine
What is it?
Something's wrong with it
This obsession
Can't stand in line
Won't?
That's the wrong word
Surely it would if it could
What is it?
Or what was it?
What was it supposed to be?
Isn't there a manual?
Outdated
Mistranslated
No more excuses
The instructions are fine
A factory defect
Put together wrong
Can it not be repaired?
Refuses to listen
Hit it harder
Break down the flaws
Tears away somebody else's errors
It's dead
Through and through
Well, at least
It's Not Broken Anymore
Insincerity stands in line
Who was wrong?
Provoked by a broken machine
Now it's gone
Let's forget
Who wants to remember
A broken machine