My Poor Little Meatbag

by Hermoth

A poem from Bender's POV about Fry. I'm not the best poet, and I'm sure Bender's not either, but this just came to me. If anyone gets the Robbie and Will reference, they get extra awesome points c: you get normal awesome points for reading and reviewing!

Fry, Fry

My poor little meatbag

(If I may call you 'my')

I could be your lover

But you love another

And I never can understand why.

I mean, Leela's great and all

But each time you give her your heart

And each time she lets it fall.

I watch it happen, although I have no part

Other than to share your pain.

Sometimes I feel

Like an old, obsolete wheel

Left out to rust in the rain.

I'm your friend, I'm your roommate, I'm the 'Robbie' to your 'Will'

But did you ever think that I might have another role to fill?

I could take care of you, I could hold you at night

If you'd give me a chance, you'd see that I'm right.

They say I can't feel

That I'm just metal and wiring and gears

But the things that I feel for you, I know that they're real

All the smiles and the pain and the tears.

Because under this tough metal surface, if you can believe

Is something that can feel and can love and can grieve.

Maybe not pump blood, or fail in absolute fear

But it's easier to love sans a heart than it may appear.

Leela's a nice girl, but trust me, she's not the one

Keep your mind open before you consider yourself decided and done

You deserve someone better- someone who likes cigars and stealing,

Cooking and booze and hiding what they're feeling.

Someone who has loved you all along.

Give me a chance-

You'll see that I'm not wrong.