Vorochta 5

Collapsed on a chair,

My eyes are closed.

A warming touch.

My buttons are pressed,

You turn me on.

My eyes now opened.

My joints are stiff,

You pull out the lube.

Rubbing me down,

I’m fully charged and ready to go,

Making my way to the cellar,

Collecting some old power converters.

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