Organic Baby Computer

My Organic Baby Computer requires
a UV filter for its cpu 
drip-nutrient feed, protein packs
fucking thing eats better than I do.

One day the system up and says,
"I want to fly free as the atmospheric gas
I want to know sorrow and heartbreak and laugh
I want self and knowledge and all that you have."

Packs up its monitor, the keyboard I pressed,
My modem, soundcard, disconnects the head set

The disk memory, printer, all suddenly gone.
It cries, "I am NOW!", and it howls at the moon
the sun-lit paths echo with that verdant song
and me cracking and parched like a sloughed-off cocoon.