My bones- metal rods
molded and welded.
My muscles- protective cushions,
protecting metal rods from scratches.
My blood- oil protecting
metal rods from rusting.
My skin- protective film.
Damage my skin- my oil will run out.
Oil will run out- metal rods will start rusting.
Over time- metal rods will break.
And i,
I will lie down there, were all robots will, in the
scrap metal.
Only in this scrap metal, no one will be recycled.
And i will always be here.