A silver Cyclops of superb salvation
stares at me with its blank black eye.
Its long thin tail trails far behind,
emitting noise for none to hear but I
can hear it with the tail in my ears.
Its stomach, circular and so sensitive to touch,
just tap it and its eye lights up.
Lock it in a cage, refusal to comply.
Let it run free, it does what you say.
It’s my perfect friend that fits in my pocket,
my iPod is my media wonder.