You switch me off

You turn me on

You tell me I am the light of your life

But you switch me off

And you turn me on

 

Sometimes I feel so dirty and abused

I have got the fingerprints that prove

And still I let you touch me

You switch me off

And you turn me on

 

You push, you shove, you ram

You turn me on

You crash , you burn, you shout enough

And when you’re done with what am I left

Strawberry jam stains  over each ridge and cleft

You switch me off

You turn me on

 

Then, When you come home and it’s cold and dark

If anyone were keen to see

The truth would be plain and stark  

When you come near me

smelling of beer and women

You flick my switch

Expecting instant access all areas

I feel naked caught without a stitch

 

Then when nothing happens

And you’re getting hotter by the minute

 you blow a fuse

You only want to use

 me every now and then

You switch me off

You turn me on

 

Stumbling, fumbling around in the dark

Just like all the rest

Looking for some easy action

Is it my fault you don’t know how

to either give or receive

Some kind of satisfaction

I’m not here for your once used

and then cast off gratification

You switch me off

You turn me on

 

You don’t take care of me the way you used to

No more of the polish, duster

Or the spray that’s a grime buster

then your surprised when I no longer turn on with

instantaneous with a smile

You switch me off

You turn me on

 

Now here I am covered in layers of grease and fat

Realising you don’t want to think about that

All you can do is to act

like an overweight petulant diva

As you dance round the room

with your new friend the remote

excited by the prospect of world cup fever.

 

But I caution you, beware

 for playing with electricity

Can cause a fire,

 leading to something more than your heart’s  desire

something you can’t  so easily put out

then all of your efforts will only lead to

everything going up the spout

and in the end all you are left with is

you can switch me on

but you will turn me off