I am from the future,
I am a machine that is a man,
I have wires and pistons,
And my processor has a fan.
My brain is made of wires,
And my legs are made of steel,
My spine is titanium,
Because of these parts I'm able to feel.
just because,
My body is made of metal,
It doesn't mean I'm not soft inside,
Operation system-conflict!
My feelings are a code that I hide.
Everyone has things they keep,
To themselves, no one can find.
I'm metal but no different,
Forget about the conflict, I'm alive!
When I speak, I go "Beep-Beep-boop!"
And sometimes I need plugged in,
But I still call myself a man,
But some people might think that's a sin.
I can compute numbers,
So big your brain will pop!
I used to do that for fun,
But everybody told me to stop!
The End.
3-1-25
©skintech
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