That’s the machine’s new rhythm
Forced infant labour
With sophomoric effort
In a lovely summary
With lovely jaundiced faces
A cat that’s learnt to start crying

For I have to pay for your memory
But not your sycophancy
I don’t know what twice fried tail tastes like
But ask a knot of Ouroboros

Is it a strange irony
When machine Eats the Other
Kinda red meat