Nuts and Bolts

Even though your inside teems with nuts and bolts, You must see that there are those of us who need you. Only one line uttered from your pixel lips, 'Out of service'. You've caused me walk of miles upon miles, To find one of your brethren, Not to mention the time of mine you're wasting. Sure it's just a call for help, That would cause your maker come running, Still you stand silent, Sentinal, Causing my day to start late and miserable.