Lubrication.

Lubricate all
The moving parts
Of my robotic body.
Oil the hinges
And unrust the gears
Of my brain,
So they turn smoothly
Without hitches; repetitive,
Predictably, mechanically,
Instead of the jerky
Erratic, Friction filled,
Painful reasonings due to
The teeth of my senses
Not fitting together
With the wheels and gears
Of my biological heart.

The End

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