Machine

My head computes the numbers
And barbs roll off my tongue
My limbs are wiry, wired wrong
My heart a ticking bomb
My hinges creak from lack of oil
My smile is crooked now
The key they say that came with me
Is scrapped and long since gone
There is no guide for you to read
No language written down
So look at me, just look at me
Before you make a sound
Before you stamp and sentence me
And melt my metal down.