Mchine: my sheen

In this life where we are fed a specific set of instructions to follow at all times, there is little or no room for creativity and imagination. In the end, we all might become nothing but machines!

Let oil flow in my veins
replace my bones with steel;

Let my joints be alloyed screws
and switch my feet with a wheel;

Let my thoughts become software
and see my language turn into 'C';

swap innovation with repetition

don't ever let me be me;

Let my heart pump gallons of propane,
and with charcoal, let my lungs breathe;

Download me, upload some, and publish,
exchange my love with your technicality;

What am I, if not some dumb pirate?
selling all the wares for free.

What are you, if not some sad player?
making copies, calling yourself a geek.

Author's Note

Do tell if i should continue uploading my work