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.