Breathe In, Breathe Out

I take in all that surrounds me, focus my energy to mechanical precisions

Good in, bad out

At times I’m shoved, pushed and beaten

Worn down but never crushed

My rough, tan plastic hide protects the fragile inside

Like ribs to its hearts and lungs.

Through a hollow maze of tubing the oxygen flows

There is no maybes when it comes to me,

People either love me or hate me.

In the end no one can live without the stuff I provide.

At times some of the people have devices on their mouth.


At night Darth Vader rests.

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