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Poetry

flesh prison

If you were real
Then you would feel
Me
If you weren’t alive
Or a flesh robot
You would not
Hurt
So you must be trapped
On earth
You’re too smart for this life
You lived on Jupiter once
As a sparkle or a cloud
Your parents were so proud
And that was more important
Than progress and ascending
Glory and beauty
What’s trending
It’s better to think
Then to really be
And you’re happy
Right?
I see you
In flight
Your body in muck
Your mind high
As fuck.