I’m the new machine. The new top-of-the-line product.
Factory-issue with batteries included.
A system of synapses creating a creative outlook,
Programmed for progress and designed for diversity.
A plantation of constraints limited only to the outer reaches of a well-wired cortex.
I’m an out-of-the-box introvert, met with low income and high standards.
I’m a high point for low-lives. Another low tide on the highrise.
I’m a super-sized small fry.
A keepsake throw-away. A jury-rigged perfectionist.
The plug for my outlet is out of reach, and my On-Off Switch is netted to be neutral.

I’m a shot-in-the-dark peacekeeper, hotwired for good times.
A nurturing, supportive, caring, altruistic anarchist.
A ten-speed easy goer. A mid-range long shot.
I’m a buy-one-get-one-free package, coming in two different shades of emotional trauma.
A soft-bellied slam dunk. A red-necked blue collar.
I take easy tries. I breathe easy sighs. I have easy quirks. I write champion work.

I’m a forward-thinking, backhand slap of reality, electrically charged and bio-degradable.
I’m off drugs, off booze, off weed, and on the move.
‘Cause I get power by the hour and energy though synergy.
I’m a consistency-driven, grab-bag, hodge-podge of insanity.
So I’m economic, I’m ergonomic, and from time to time I’m agronomic.

Behind the wheel, ahead of the game, sailing the sea, riding the tide, working the quota.
I’m down to earth, down-range, down-home, and up to speed.
I’m a zero-tolerance, number one, slapshot, deadeye marine of my art.
You’ll never find a keener eye to peruse the purpose of poetry than mine.
I craft with imposing, integral, ingenious, internal, inoperable rhymes and rhythm.
I roll with the stones and I sift with the wind.
I write contrite, and vanguard my safeguards.
I’m keeping it real with my commission.
And I’m seizing the day. End transmission.