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May 2018
We show off our new gadgets
with smiles, a strut in our step.
I ask a question, it answers.
It tells me what street to take
when there's a traffic jam.
I hold up my phone,
It tells me the song, artist.
App for this, app for that.

Wow, that's so cool!

Ride in the new car
grin as horsepower
pushes us back in our seats.
(Hope I can afford the payments)

Shoot the new rifle,
smooth trigger, pull it
fast as you can.
Those hollow points
leave a big hole.
I hope someone tries breaking in.
Yeah...grinning, chests puffed.

All these extensions
of our humanity,
of eye, ear and brain
hands and feet
fists, elbows and teeth.

It's as though
we grew them ourselves
out of our own bodies
like seedlings,
watered and fed.

We do all this
like a two year old
***** training,
Look Mom!
But at least he made that
**** all by himself.
Written by
Brian Rihlmann  44/M/Nevada
(44/M/Nevada)   
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