Highborg

Up all night in my prosthetic body,
Preparing to write a blog for you,
For us,
For them,
And for me.

Here I am holding in prosthetic pee,
And hoping that my audience agrees with my message.
Because I dont know what it is yet.
Do you?
Do they?

The plant knows,
It always does.

But sometimes it gets me wrong stylistically,
And waits for me to grow,
As I clone myself,
And blog as my clone,
Will the potency be compramised?
No.

Whats the best thing to feed to my prosthetic body?
Earth worm castings,
And cheddar.