I always wanted to become a machine
Replaceable parts, simple to clean
Bathroom and aging free
Sex and tax free? We’ll 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
Become part car, drive Musk to Mars
No care of viruses and warming Earth
If things get too hot in Lapland to berth
Avoid conflagration on a reindeer migration
Running 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 all the heavens to sing
Yet if the Heavenly Guild blocks even that
I’d rather be a cat
I'll get away with everything