This is some of my poetry. I am quite bad at this, so be prepared.

!!!WARNING!!! Will contain swearwords.

Software Bug, Fleshware Bug

**** this.

**** you.

**** it.

You’re hurting me, and my only protection’s my wit.

I do not enjoy this.

I do not enjoy.

I do not.

I do.

I.

Why?

I have nothing inside.

The lightest breeze makes me fly.

I hate this.

I hate you.

I hate me.

Why can’t I feel?

Will I feel if I caress this?

Will I feel if I watch that pretty girl?

Will I feel if I trust that beautiful needle into myself?

I.

Do.

Not.

Feel.

What am I?

Machines do not bleed.

I do not bleed.

Am I a machine?

Binary code inside of me, being pumped around by polygons and flowing through wires.

A pretty little program, doing what she’s supposed to.

Tell me why this is.

Tell me what this is.

Tell me who you are.

Tell me what’s beyond the stars.

Let’s join hands and die.

Wait for the mushroom cloud.

Vaporize when our lips meet.

I love you, Angela.

...yes, it’s pretty bad.