Your shiny brass gears attract my full attention
as they whir their Sirenic melody,
calling me to an ethereal place
where I am loosed from this daily drudgery.

I do so admire your meticulous maker,
that genius engineer of extraordinary vision,
whose bank account grows quickly, logarithmically,
click by click, click, click.

As the years pass,  I see how your love for me grows,
your sharp mind and fleshless arm carefully,
completing that common work,
in which I once took mistaken pride.

Thank you for treating me with such abundant care,
crediting my account with not just my keep,
but enough to always be sedately entertained,
giving me the choice to do absolutely nothing.