I'm a computer. A poem
Cyberman
My body operates like I.T,
my flesh and bones are circuitry,
they're integrated sub-consciously,
I can focus on them consciously.
My left leg is automation,
I program it with meditation,
it automates navigation,
adds to my domination.
My right leg is an audit,
inefficient activity it will edit,
organizing psychic activity,
to defeat the enemy.
My pelvis, health, and growth,
it works on healing the most,
it expands my biochemistry,
and improves my body.
My spine is a processor,
brings everything together,
processing all data,
the faster the better.
My ribs random access memory,
they can hold infinitely,
they liaise with my body,
they load sub-consciously.
My shoulder blades, fortress/armory,
they build psychic weaponry,
protect mind and body,
and attack the enemy.
My left arm sets priority,
prioritizes psychic activity,
acts for those I love,
stimulates god above.
My right arm is personnel,
organizing allies on who I dwell,
retrieving them from the well,
who's activities it will tell.
My head is a hard drive,
stores that on which I dwell,
as busy as a beehive,
the enemy tries to deprive.
All this may seem quite odd,
the path of war I do trod,
to fight the good fight,
I must have might.
