Dear humans,
So you think you have it hard,
When all your wounds just heal.
We don’t get cut but we get fatigue,
Which you don’t see until we snap.
Don’t get me started on the upkeep.
When did you last get heart surgery?
Those compartments get expensive,
And we have them all custom made.
Don’t you give me that look,
When I mess up a simple job.
For all you see it's still a handicap:
I’d like to see you move with these.
We resent all the movies
That you make about us:
They make kids try for themselves
If we’re really indestructible.
Sincerely,
The cyborgs.
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