Waiting.
Waiting patiently.
In the junkyard.
The trusting robot waited.
Sitting atop a moldy tire.
Swinging his feet and whistling a tune.
Eyes happy and waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting patiently.
He waited day and night.
Slowly it dawned on him.
He was lost.
Rejected.
Forgotten.
It had to be a cruel sick joke.
Some sadistic, twisted joke.
Played by his master.
Abandoned.
His soul was played with.
His heart a toy.
But if you go there
Still, today,
He'll be waiting.
For the day,
When his master comes,
Once again.
So they can once again
Be friends.
Waiting.
Waiting patiently.
In the junkyard.
The trusting robot waited.