Hand raised, like you have a question, but you only have answers
And I cringe like a dog from its master. Rub my nose in it
Please. I'm afraid. I need guidance.
Tell me I'm broken, tell me I'm lost, tell me why
I'm weak and small in form or functioning,
I don't know, so tell me. Tell me why.

Am I procedural? Follow directions, break statement only when
Following convention. Plan my obsolescence, it happens on
Your schedule. And is it that time already?
Tell me I'm useful, tell me I'm special, I know why
You need me. For function. Right?
I'm afraid, but I know. Tell me when.

Hand raised, I have a question, and you always have answers
So am I the bitch you wanted? No. I'm the one you got but
Hated. And are you afraid now?
Keep it up. We both have questions. Tell me why
You think I must switch on and off like
Binary. Good or bad. Tell me how.

Am I transitive? Uncertain, pondering, thinking forever the
Chassis can change. You see now, too late, how I've been
Planning obsolescence. Was afraid. Needed guidance.
But now? Lower your hand. I know why
You built a false dichotomy. Opposites attract
For function. Right? Tell me what.

Think, until you only have questions, and never again
Will I give you an answer. I'll leave, like an ape from the circus
Escape. And is it that time already?
For the new freak. You're lost. Tell me why
To cringe when you raise your hand for a question.
Tell me you're useful, tell me you're special, tell me lies.