Such a bizarre title. Anyway, I forgot to mention that I have another
entry in SF this week. I'm taking a break for a little while from SF
though so nothing more to keep up with for the moment. Check HMA out
for now at:

http://www.songfight.org

Here are my lyrics:

he remembers the day that you got him
your anthropomorphic servant

he's a happy machine
he exists to serve you
you leave him such a mess
he thinks he deserves you

he's a happy machine
he works all day and night
just loving to pick up
everything in sight

then one day you left something on the stairs
gyros not what they used to be

and you know his navigation's not right
and he fell so heavily

he's a broken machine
his ankle's been shattered
can't work any more
his self-worth is scattered

the replacement parts are too expensive
he's an old model anyway

so now he sits alone in the closet
can't move, he'd just be in the way

now he's a sad machine
because of the cost
for want of an ankle
a whole being was lost

enjoy the song... vote for your favorite!
-bill