I'm A Mechanic

Act I
I'll break it once I build it
So I'll mold it from it's pieces
Feel it shaking when I breathe it come alive

Then it stumbles and it topples
Watch it rust to worthless bobbles
And I hold it in my hands and watch it die


Act II
Smokey pipe of great creator
Whisps with fumes of constant thought
He contemplates and masquerades her memory
As a soldier jane, a work of art.

Goodbye young soldier, though you did fight hard
You only played your part
Through grim bones and lymestone
Now it's off to the scrap yard.