The self-service machine

The Self-Service Machine

The self-service machine is currently

out of order

The story of my life

Can I dote on the young ones

No other father would demonstrate

such love for his perennial seed

Remembering the day I cried

I am alive

And death was only falling away

with pity

Everyone has their turn

But not everyone knows why

It did not have anything to

do with me

It still was an error

We apologise for any inconvenience