M’chine- My Sheen

Let oil flow in my veins

replace my bones with steel;

Let my joints be alloyed screws

and switch my feet with a wheel;

Let my thoughts become software

and see my language turn into ‘C’;

swap innovation with repetition

don’t ever let me be me;

Let my heart pump gallons of propane,

and with charcoal, let my lungs breathe;

Download me, upload some, and publish,

exchange my love with your technicality;

What am I, if not some dumb pirate?

selling all my wares for free.

What are you, if not some sad stalker?

making copies, calling yourself a geek.

Courtesy: turndecassette.tumblr.com

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