It's all fun and games
until your navy gets
Eee-m-Peed.
As the lights go out
in the eyes of your
Artificial Intelligence
girlfriend, call her Deirde,
the stone scorpions
point pincer tails
in the shadows
of the moonlight
& decapitate
faux-tree towers
kneeling before the Lord.
Sure, dead eyes did
break up with you
beforehand. Your forehand
ceased to cramp up, sure.
Your digital android replica
said you refused to clean
up your data. Said your neurosis
was interfering with her true fibers.
Copper wires do need to breathe.
- Douglas McDaniel
Tolleson, Arizona
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