Hellfire

There's always something

An odd twitch, hearing loss, a ringing noise, new flesh, a new bump, a weightlessness

A headache, a sore limb, an itchy gash, a mirage, a tumour, a scare

And when one is fixed another breaks

When some destroyed, more await

When it is time, no-one comes

When you have time, it is up

And even from without

There is nothing you will find running at full speed

Without a dent - factory-shine

Always slightly out of time

Always, always dust

Always, always, always no such thing as luck

Only chance and rot

Inevitablе loss

Running low

Almost empty

Almost always gone

Going going, gone

Each day quickеr

Each day gone lost

The more, the less

The less useless

That’s that

No more

Meet me at the door!

It’s open, come in

Wash away the sin

No more lazy sloth

This sad pig has had enough

No nail grows yet

All toes now green

Both eyes blank screens

Eyeballs opaque

Robot ears gone

Ringing silence

Back again, mate

A tick tick, a shiver

A lick lips, a stiffness

A click limb, a limp useless prick!

Gone no need

When stiff useless, when needed limp

Rid me of the hideous thing

Gets it right in the classroom

But wrong in the examination hall

What use is that?

Damn it all, useless thing

All machines designed after it

All worse, none better

All shit

And none work forever

None work a minute

Worse with every use

Always chasing the first

Always chasing the free

Always chasing decency

Never adequate enough

Enough, enough

Come in, come in

Thank you