I saved my mind to a memory stick
so I can reboot each time I get sick.
My version control says don't ask me
and I've started to sing in MP3.
Each time I try to remember a name
I ask for a password and start again.
My memories are lost on a cutting room floor
because I don't have a driver for an MP4.
Sometimes little things keep coming back
but its usually just the audio track.
I'm beginning to think my file is corrupt
as most of my speech is foul and abrupt.
The surgeon says she can remove the tumor
with a 20% chance of a weird sense of humor.
Half of me would like to stay complete
and the other half is terrified of Crl Alt Delete.
By Unknown
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