Novelty

My life is a jackpot
But I don’t mean money
I’m just trying not to
Spend it all in one place

So when the novelty of me,
The convenience 
Slips away and I am
Once again 
Scrapped
For junk parts 

The first time I taste 
A change in the air
And I am done eating

I’ll just reach into my vault
Of jackpot reserves 
To put myself back together again

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