It’s just a machine, <br />Just a machine. <br />Four wheels that travel from A to B. <br />Why worship this idol that you see, <br />That’s pretty silly, don’t you agree. <br /> <br />It’s just a machine, <br />Just a machine. <br />Costing a fortune, must keep its shine. <br />Had to have it, this knockout design. <br />Thought it simply something so divine. <br /> <br />It’s just a machine, <br />Just a machine. <br />Depreciates in so quick a time. <br />Won’t last long, rusty, bang goes its prime. <br />It certainly won’t be worth a dime. <br /> <br />It’s just a machine, <br />Just a machine. <br />A car that travels from A to B. <br />Not an icon, no god this taxi, <br />Merely moulded plastic, with a key. <br /> <br />It’s just a machine, <br />Just a machine. <br /> <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-machine/
