Shattered little pieces
In the corner of my eye
Swept up nice
For the trash man tonight
He's coming for a bundle
He's coming for a load
But he's going to get told off
Because I carry my own
I recycle my debris
Return it to earth
Churn the insides
And see if they work
And if the machine turns on
Than the machine turns on
But every time it does
It seems a little
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