What a wishy-washy wishful sissy
A coward devoid of character and grit.
Can't make amends with what has passey
so he dreams about time travel and shit.
Listen you concubine of guilt
You thoughtless pig of dopamine.
No flimsy ending, a knife less hilt,
can stab this mere fact and let you win.
Time is ugly and asymmetrical.
so what propels your machine?
It's feelings and body and it's soul.
What preserves the silicon and tin?
Nothing you caricature of quality.
A function less creative, dysfunctional.
Read a book or google a little sweety.
your attention whoring has me appalled.
