I am efficient provider, built over years.

I am industry personified, without peers.

I am honed to perfection, inherently lean.

I am poetry in motion, I am machine. 

 

I am clockwork, sporadically maintained.

I am second hand, with tendency to gain.

I am silent operation, starting to whine.

I am faltering now, so far from sublime. 

 

I am slower, losing the power to generate.

I am quick fixes, because no-one will wait.

I am rusting, bolts loose, bearings worn.

I am unreliable, outdated, subject of scorn. 

 

I am troublesome, worrying, not to mended.

I am silent, spent technology, now upended.

I am broken, obsolescent, jarringly obscene.

I am dilapidated, unrepairable machine.