The bread makes me wonder 

If I need it 

Of course I do 

But I’m seated between a couple things 

A couple years is all I 

Do Re Mi 

The music my ears play 

Know that I have to give it up 

To lift you up 

Not back seat 

Nuff trunk space is 

Where I’ll keep it 

No company 

A company I’ll have to align myself with 

Sounds funny hearing it 

Though no laughing matter 

Laughing definitely matters 

Nothing about this should be robotic 

But I need to be a machine.