Just above
The surface
Of my muscles
Electricity
Plays
Taunting
Coaxing them
To clench
Lock
Into this red hot
Rage
This sewing machine
Inanimate as it is
Has not
So much
Done me wrong
But who can deny
The orgasmic
Song
It would sing
As it kissed
The wall
With animal
Force
Parts
Fling
To
And fro
Sweet
Sweet
Release
No more
Fucking
Sewing
This hobby
Has run its
Course
Oh sewing machine
Sacrificial lamb
I infuse you with
The insanity
Of raising children
In this community
Forsaken
Land
As you soar
Through the air
I give to you
The roar
Of billions of women
Sick
Of being less
While men
Are more
May your destruction
Bring peace
Fuck you
Sewing
Machine