Fixed
I could put a robot to disgrace,
Not a part of me that hasn't been,
Stitched,
Fused,
Wired,
Or replaced!
Now the next thing to do,
Is rewire my brain.
My granddaughters' puts mine to shame!
Perhaps an IQ or two,
Stuffed into an ear.
Oh my!
Watch out!
The hearing aid is in there!
I know the AI's are all about,
Perhaps we could find a used one,
With less mileage,
And I could switch out!
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2023
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