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Picture Credits:
Cyborg man is what I am,
one part robot - one part man.
Brain fused from pain – joints with gears;
heart made of love - solar tears.
Rise each morn, my mask forlorn;
charge my cells with coffee warm.
Smoke a cig – mis’ries abide;
grab my hat, fire up my ride.
Go to work – my bosses jerks;
pay’s been halved – but oh those perks!
Fake thru eight, they think I’m straight;
need a shooter – I can’t wait!
Drink ‘til the World fades away;
I cannot last one more day.
I’m more robot than a man;
I must escape, while I can.
Copyright 2004
Lyle R. Berry
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