::this one is old, but I like it alot::

The Living Machine Named Grindtooth- by: unknown forgotten

Grindtooth was the first man I met
When I first came to this lucid place

His head shook violently with no end
As the gears in his head would turn, grind and shred

His teeth were made of rusted metal, jagged stone and broken glass
And anything drawn near them were utterly destroyed in a flash

His eyes were black and his hair dripped crude oil
His face was ghastly gruesome and his heart was made of lead

He often drank gasoline through a hole bored in his head
Apparently it kept his internal outboard motor revved

When he speaks it's only the sound of loud shrieks and metal being ground
Exhaust pours from his nostrils, as his eyes shine beams of light abroad

I've heard his skeleton is made of rod iron and piston arms
There's slice of tire where his backbone is protruding through his skin

He has aluminum siding down his mechanical leg
And his stomach is a six pack of old tin cans

Some children tried to feed him a mailbox one day
He engulfed it so quickly he also scrapped the boy's arm

What a sight it was when the police attempted to bring him in
He ate all their guns, and the bullets became part of him

I can still see him in the corner, ingesting a computer through his mouth
And the sound of crunching metal as his teeth spun and sucked it in

Since the time I met him in the junkyard, 2 weeks ago
He completely annihilated eight cars, nothing was left, not even the keys

I don't know where he came from
Or who made him at that

But I do know Grindtooth is aptly named
Because that is who he is, what he does, and that is that.