Free Will
You don't own me - I'm not your atometon
a gadget, an app, with a selection of options.
Sit this way, stand up strait, fix your hair
a doll-like disaster - in need of repair.
You rule my world - but I'm not a slave
You can't prescribe every way I behave.
You make some good points - I try - and I listen
but it's hard to exist under klieg light inspection.
Maybe you think I'm your other daughter
I have bad news - I'm a later model.
An idea strikes me that I'd like to proffer
swallow the pill of free will, Doctor.
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