Machine Man

Machine Man, Lo, his head stuffed with, The heart hollow With the pacemakers Set in, The arms and the legs Flinging Skeletoned And he looking like a ghost, Bony, skinned, Wrinkled and old, A scarecorw Over a construction site Or the danger mark With the skull and the crossed bones Over the transformer The skull man, the scarecrow, The oldie With the pacemakers set in Walking somehow Stepping But without the lungs Heartlessly, soullessly A very harsh fellow Talking tough Crude and cruel The modern man, The machine man Talking like machine, Doing as a machine. The head stuffed in, The brain in a coma, Memory almost gone Unable to recognize As has no time to think, Talk and smile As grins he, keeps chuckling Using overtones, undertones to say, Always in suspense and suspicion Holding in disbelief it all. The head lies it stuffed in, The hands the tools, The legs fitted on, The heart lungless, The eyes turned stone, Emotions ran dry, Sentiments gone With the tears Dried down and wiped off, Emotionless, sentimentless With the kidneys as filters, The nerves as tissues or fibres. The bust, The head, The torso connected As well as disconnected Tightened with nuts and bolts And screws Joined and disjoined, Fitted and unfitted.