I feel this meat
has become obsolete.
I feel my brain
had a leak and now it's drained.
My mind is stressed.
The fastest of my thoughts stops
to wait for my body and OOPS!
I'm behind, away and far...
What was steel is now just lard.
The meat grew old and we're retarded.
That metal, here! I need it all
before mankind meets its fall.
Prosthetic implants, metal, chips!
Made of us mere Theseus ships.
The self fades out, away.
The colors fade to grey.
The eagles are now prey.
The voiceless have a say!
Now we don't write or read
cos we don't learn to speak.
Communicating thoughts
to humans or to bots.
The self has disappeared,
the meat is made of metal whirls
and justice doesn't know
what's fair and what is wrong,
for they were human terms
and humans never learned.
Me.
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