A walking contradiction
The cover doesn’t match the appendix nor the preface
But why stick to just what the connections of our neurons tell us?
We are smarter in this decade
To be more than,
More than a robot.
Left, left, spin
Down the street, flat feet
These Blinking lights, are just my eyes
Stomp and stare, no need for hair
Bang on this tin chest
An empty casing to infest
Take the grenade & pull the pin
Oh what a blessed thing!