Machinery Poem by Cody Brewer

My first poem, Im looking for inspiration, I could use some help or criticism, not spell checked, I just wrote it like 5 minutes ago: D I hope its worth something

I dont want to be a machine,
Water does me good,
I do not want oil to lubricate my joints.
I enjoy having blood,

I do not want clockwork,
unprediciccality is fine.
I do not want perfectly wired circuitry,
My veins are fine.

following patterns is fine,
But dont make it my life.

You should stop turning people off during nine to five.

I want to walk the sidewalks,
not fight metal beasts in the street.

Id love to see people,
but alls I see is twisted machinery.

Where did you take their hearts?
Far far away it seems,
because all that is left is the mind.