Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.
So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.
Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.
Grinnin as-if all is peachy.
"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"
So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.
PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".
Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.
The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.
Take a sniff. Now, remember.
