Organizombie Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

I am not able to control
What's going on in my entrails.
Despite my twitches, moans, wails.
My body keeps fulfilling role

Of its unmanageable own!
And each blood vein, vacuity, bone
Behave defying Self enthroned
As if they are mere on loan!

It is not I who governs all
But some foul cyborg from within.
My aspiration is not win
But only to regain control!

Organizobie, programmed dick
With its capacity unknown!
Thin odds, that I my body own!
Organizombie does the trick!