No longer human,nor two gendered flesh
Just numbers in equations’ tight knit net
But when did numbers eat, make love or dress?
In friendship or in love we tightly mesh
But this cracks open for the dealers’ bet
No longer human,nor two gendered flesh
Now we can fulfill erotic wish
Without the need , the other in our pit
But when did plastic eat ,befriend or dress?
Turn the current off and what a mess
For nothing now remains of holy writ
Nor human beings ,nor two gendered flesh
See vibrators cancel love’s access
Then two hearts can scarcely ever knit
But when did dildos eat, make love or bless?
As in mindfulness we senseless sit
The soul is ravaged in the wild bear pit
No longer human,nor two gendered flesh
But when did numbered labour pray, confess?
How my heart speaks 