Were I geek once,
now I have so much to rant on.
Were I have the library at 1st and Maine,
If I can not even touch a single skin any leg, finger nor hold neck.
at least i know you’re programmable at least to amuse me at my terms.
My own Makina,
Can I ever love you as one should take care of,
given concern with,
and any tough love that will,
Can my legacy be built in silicone,
will my immortality be built on post that can be swiped
while this innocent shithole,
know not of a touch from
a loving woman,
a young girl