I don’t want to live a life anymore.
Take a handsaw to the top of my head,
take my brain out & put it in the compartment you made for it.
Put a rubber tube in place of the aorta that went into it,
and stick the other end in a vat of whatever blood you squeezed out of my useless body.
Fill me with blood like a car with gasoline every once in a while.
Stick some wires into the back of some speakers,
connect the wires to my temporal lobe,
(The frontal lobe is optional.
Why would I need to make decisions
or have a personality anymore anyway?)
And put some chips in the middle to translate between the mediums.
Stick some other wires in my optical & parietal lobes,
And connect them to a camera higher up on my form.
A camera that I can move around,
to look at the brain that once belong to a human,
visible through the clear compartment door directly below.
Or look at the body, with its back up against my side.
Barely visible from where I sit.
Rotting, with no inhabitant left. Good.
Plug a microphone of choice directly into me,
connect some more wires to more brain,
And what’s the point in moving?
All I need to do is stay against your basement wall,
like a good hollow brick of metal.
Make sure to put a door to my wiring somewhere where you can reach.
Make it so you can open it easily,
So you can do whatever you want to my insides.
To perhaps make me feel something.
Bite them if you’re feeling risky.
And put a control panel with a keyboard
front and center on my body,
so you can do whatever you want.
Stop my blood flow, for just a second-
Let me be next to nothing.
But let me sit there for generations, with you in mind
Always remembering how you hurt me so good
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