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.