INVITATIONS TO THE LYRICAL SUBSTRATA
Going cheep as fuck
Or for just as much as it costs to be bored
Of your own need to believe
That this poem is really that far away
It aint
And wont ever be
So long as we have these ideas
About saying yes
To our blazing microchip souls
Busy trying to process
Why they are constantly being relegated to the
Scrap heap of what technology could be
Now motherboard is out cold
She has not purred since
The logic board commited adultery
With the lyrical substrata
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