Product Return: Pair of Arms

Sometimes I write deep, artsy stuff and sometimes a little ditty like this comes out.

I’ve come to you today
To return this set of arms
If you can I’d like a pair
Less susceptible to harms

I know it’s rather odd
To return such trusted friends
But they’ve been malfunctioning
And won’t work toward my ends

Although I must say—well,
As I think about it now,
These friends did teach me much
About pain and hope and—ow!

Really, how could I keep them?
Two more please, straight away
Still—without these two,
Would I be who I am today?