Thanks.
I have one more.
This is also from the book, and it's called Desire.
Late when I can't sleep, I desire
to give you these compliments.
My eyes come morning won't pass FaceID's inspection,
but they'll still be human's eyes,
await in the dressed body of an animal.
A subscription to these human's eyes
await in the dressed bodies of meat animals
that you can't even keep up with.
Why, you ask me, as you ask yourself?
What cartel execution news ad did you click?
If you'd been childless, no trace on any cyborg
shrieking down the Martian tarmac of us.
If I could choose a second stint,
but more abandoned to you.
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]
Epic.