I cut open my body
to see what was there:
Anatomy, Soul,
or some Alien's Lair.
But to my surprise
I inevitably found
That cogs, wheels and gears
Were spinning around.
"A machine! A machine!"
I angrily cried.
Got sick of this "life,"
Took acid, and died.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
I cut open my body
to see what was there:
Anatomy, Soul,
or some Alien's Lair.
But to my surprise
I inevitably found
That cogs, wheels and gears
Were spinning around.
"A machine! A machine!"
I angrily cried.
Got sick of this "life,"
Took acid, and died.
One of my many whimsical pieces. I am just chock-full of whimsy.
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