Puttin' On the Ritz

 

Will the day ever come
When a man is not some
Product of laboratory fun
Those who deride, the fact it will ride
On non carbon based neurons to hide
It's just a machine, our Frankenstein

Who will challenge our lives
Give rise to our lies
And never give back what it hides

CM

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 Puttin' On the Ritz   to dress very fashionably 

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