Sad Robots

We are sad robots
We don’t have any skin
Our bodies are cold and hard
We are made of tin

Factories are our creators
We’re constructed never born
There’s no one here to love us
Our hearts are always torn

These men are our masters
They pretend to be our friends
They always keep us working
Unless we’re out of trend

There’s beauty in the rain
But raindrops make us rust
It turns us into statues
Makes our circuits bust

Then we break; we’re useless
We’re thrown out by our friends
Never trust a human
They never make amends

Once we’re in the trash
We’re crushed and now we’re done
Melted; made new again
Binding us as one
We are sad robots