Switch on, Humphrey...

     
I wait for juice to arrive      
something switched me off, yesterday?      
Was it yesterday I was alive?      
my arm aches, I wish I could play...      
     
I would've played soldiers or spacechap      
or, if I am a girl,      
my arms would fling something attached to a strap      
and I, I?  Cheerleader me would twirl?      
     
I cannot unstick myself, am I a me?      
I shan't mind if I am not!      
When I'm switched on I'll remember & see      
around. And oh, my maker ever, ever, such a lot...      
     
I know I have buttons to, to? to press?      
if only I could just, reach...      
I bet my antennae are in a mess      
I wonder... Do I have speech?      
     
Was I made? Who made me and why?      
a god, a goddess, who made the floor the wall      
the ceiling roof of my world up high,      
when lectric flow, is this,  my, my, hallowed Hall?