I have a suit malfunction sir

How did I get here, it's a bit of a blur?
I think I have a suit malfunction sir.

Made in sixty-five and has Paul on the name plate.
You only get one, so look after its mate.

Now I might have fallen out the odd tree.
Or dropped on my head a few times you see.

I've had a few sporting injuries and the odd stitch.
This could be the reason for why I twitch.


My body had a few bruises & strains.
Just one owner, but not everything remains.

The cabling to my server is very frayed.
Messages take ages an always delayed.

Fatigue is the enemy to all.
The battery's empty, go to bed Paul.

Whilst a sleep there’s whole new light show
Fireworks & Explosions, that just won't go.


Drifting, as my eyes knock off work Followed by,
electrical surges, pulses an jerks

Muscles that just don't want to rest
Cramping pain that really does test

Insomnia I've downloaded the app
Lost in the same cycle which becomes a trap

When you consider this poem, I'm sure you will concur
That I have a suit malfunction sir