Recycled metal

 
I am a broken robot
Take me to that sacred place
Where useless machines go
When they can no longer spot weld the left front fender on a Honda
Take me home, oh take me home

I need to be recycled my salvage-tion awaits
In the dumpster labeled
Scrap metal only!
(no concrete, no oil, no tires)

Among a congregation of old toasters
Dented up air conditioner cases and
Rusted out water heaters
Waiting to reborn, to help make
America great in the broken robot paradise

Maybe they will become a hydraulic cylinder on the bucket of a front-end loader
Scooping radioactive ore from the muck under Patterson Lake
 
Maybe they will become a 40mm gun mounted on an armored vehicle
To suppress those pesky Water Protectors on line #3

Maybe they will become part of a guidance system for a long range intercontinental Ballistic missile carrying thermonuclear warheads pointed at the Korean Peninsula

Hopefully they will become the support beams holding up a community center where
Humility, compassion, understanding, equality, and tolerance are the foundation