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Is another you even logical
A million universes, all paradoxical
When living the one seems sometimes utterly illogical
An open mind, wave away those who are cynical
Take what you like, it's a wild wild shop
As life is a grab-what-you-can free for all

JJB
What is the fuel we run on
We are not machines with an instant charge
To be oiled, rebooted, resynchronized to society
These limbs are a biological process
Roaming this Earth with no given objective
Yet bold enough to build these helping incentives
Until panic sets in when not fully charged
Diesel and petrol, now battery operated cars
How long have we got until we are the same
This once savage race, now a number, not a name

JJB
Humanoid onto Android. Will science fiction become science fact?
Flying, light bound
Does it define heaven?
Artificial at night to the phone
Is it seen as a place they call home?
What wonder must define their brain
When in theory, they all think the same

Moth

JJB
Strange, can be a word used, in the kindest of sense
Quirky, away with the faries, but never no harm meant
Gathering our thoughts that sometimes go astray
We all go off kilter, in our weird and wonderful way
Some thoughts if aired could land you inside
Those ones you would never tell,
that you should be standing for Pride
An in-kept secret, locked down, never to escape
Only you can lift that barrier, and cut that red tape

JJB
Awash in awe at its sight
The noise, the anger, the ferocity
Such wonder when seen on film
Putting (m)other natures landmarks to pity
Surrounded by motels, casinos, and ****** that calls
A couples retreat, no question, Niagara Falls
Its where you propose, or your first kiss
Ponchos get ready
Time to set sail on
The Maid of the Mist


JJB
Samsung
But what did Sam sing
Winalot
But they won a lot of what
******
No longer still searching
Black and Decker
The DIY mans Mecca
Hotpoint
To wash out that ****-joint
****
Oh so naughty, if in the wrong head

JJB
That sympathy smile
If you asked, they'd run a mile
Although some do like our niche
A certain obscure taste to brag
Whilst eating their celery quiche
We sometimes fit a perverts kick
Another box for them to tick
Sorry you're ill, but we like them sick
That hospital smell, exquisite, and not in good nick
Are we last in line as easier to reach
That smell of disinfectant mixed with toilet bleach
But love does come in strange shapes and sizes
Some wear a mask, for gain in disguises
Others see it through, a rock in your crisis
No matter the option,
No matter what procedure,
if going under the knife
To always hold your hand
The person you love,
will be there for life

JJB
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