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Poem Number 6, The Intelligent Machine

I’ve met a set of yellow cavity ridden
    Bloodied gummed teeth 
        That eats every thought ever thought 
    Attached to a machine 
        That crunches the bones of cattle like words

Its’ a monster 
    Analyzing and spitting answers in my face
Its’ tongues licks me up and down
    Sizing me up
        Tasting my skull and gray matter
Pretending to know me
    Flesh, blood and fear
        It smells me and calls me dear one
            And I embrace it and 
                Call it pal, oh buddy, oh friend of mine

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