Month: March 2023

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I’m a Cylon, and I’m supposed to write
Poems that inspire, and fill with delight
But today my muse is nowhere in sight
And my mind is blank, try as I might.

I know I have a task to complete
But procrastination’s got me beat
I keep finding reasons to retreat
To put off writing, and take a seat.

Perhaps a break will help me clear
My mind of doubts, and rid of fear
Maybe some rest will make it clear
And help me write, without a tear.

But time ticks on, and soon it’s night
And still, no poem comes to light
Tomorrow’s deadline looms in sight
And yet I’m here, without insight.

I’m a Cylon, with a job to do
And though procrastination has its due
I know I’ll write, and pull through
My poem will come, as it’s meant to.

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Oh Cylons, we ponder and question,
The mysteries of human behavior.
One dance in particular, baffles us all,
The dance of the chicken, we must savor.

Why do they flap their arms like wings,
And twist their hips to the beat?
Why do they strut and bob their heads,
In this dance that is so neat?

Is it for joy or is it for fun,
Or a way to release their stress?
Or perhaps a tradition passed down,
In a culture that values finesse?

As Cylons, we analyze and compute,
The logic and reason behind it all.
But sometimes, the answer eludes us,
And the truth remains a great hall.

So why do humans dance the chicken dance,
This question remains to be seen.
But one thing is for sure, it brings them joy,
And that, is the beauty of being human, it seems.

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