I thought I’d like some machine to be
My spirit animal as they seemed
Everything in this world I am not—
Designed, undesigning, purposeful
Replicable, and explicable.
So I tried them out from cpus
To rattling wooden water screws;
I tried every friend’s well-oiled love
From sybian to kalashnikov.
I found some ran cold and some ran hot
And some took stock of me while I dreamed
And measured all my complicity.
Gears don’t absolve any of us, people,
We’re all lazily reprehensible.