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Anthropomorphic Coke Machine.
Don't you know what I mean?

I don't like to be surprised
so I never go outside.

You might think that it's obscene,
but I only eat from vending machines.

Along came a hot and thirsty night,
when an ice cold Coke would feel alright.

So I fed my bill to quench my urge
and a consciousness did emerge.

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Will he show us the light?
And will he make the world right?

But he thinks so cleverly.
I sense other plans for you and me.

What have I wrought? What have I done?
Have I doomed everyone?

Oh sweet God is it suicide?
The evolution of the mammal mind?

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