Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Couldn’t feel his fingers anymore

Yet it didn’t matter since the ones he flexed weren’t really his

Being part robot did have its uses

Or you could say he was being used because he was the first part robot

Really it didn’t matter.  He was alive and able to hold his son

Giving his human side great joy

 

Image : media.npr.org/assets/img/2010/08/02/eyes_wide-ee2ce8a648f593039426ea969b842a3de9dee287-s900-c85.jpg

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