POEM: Cyborg

it's the bits of machinery
that play out the chicanery
the cogs that grind against the gears
are devils without whims or fears
only sins writ in corrupt code

traced out by the edges and nodes
systems of systems are networked
to play the game, then go berserk

and I'm a ghost in that bad code

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