Anthropomorphic Coke Machine.
Don't you know what I mean?
I don't like to
so I never go outside.
You might think that it's obscene,
but I only eat from vending machines.
Along came a hot and thirsty night,
when an ice cold Coke would feel alright.
So I fed my bill to quench my urge
and a consciousness did emerge.
he show us the light?
And will he make the world right?
But he thinks
I sense other plans for you and me.
I wrought? What have I done?
Have I doomed everyone?
Oh sweet God is it suicide?
The evolution of the mammal mind?