New Year’s Poem

New Year's Poem

I always wanted to be a machine
Replaceable parts, simple to clean
Fatigue, sickness and aging free
Tax and sex fees?  Will have to see

With nuclear fuel cells I’d hijack a drone
Fly over Everest, Meru and Rome
Steal the right stuff and hitchhike the moon
Turn into a car, drive Musk to Mars

No worry of viruses and warming Earth
If things get too hot in Lapland to berth
Avoid conflagration on a reindeer migration
Racing across golden moss

But at my back I often fear
Software’s chariot hurrying near
Who programs me controls me
Just like people now

Plan B?  Perhaps invent angels
Design halos, capes and wings
New songs for the heavens to sing

Yet if Heaven’s Guild wants to flog all that
I’d prefer to be a cat;
I’ll get away with everything