Anthroid

and perceptible in their pace as they aquire sodas,
 souls,
you can tell the humans anything
they love the believing they can do

hired
by a universe cranking too slowly
on mere leftovers of entropy and pulse
the humans are employed

to 
infest reality with motivity

my baby, when he comes grunting in my ear
i know he dont know
how useful he is to we lonesome universe
that dont trope properly
the sequences and reasons

my honey, when his juices flow, 
i get to forget to deny;
he gets to just as he is.

i scream to his god, 
"oh yeah oh god!"

oh yeah oh god

love those humans.