Row (an acrostic poem)

Residing all along a line

Outside sitting on a bench of pine

Wolfing down the meal upon which they dine

Cyborg (an acrostic poem)

Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity

You would think he would feel superior

But he felt definitely less than human

Of course, now he could now bench press a bus

Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine

Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye

 

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