the attribution of a personal nature or human characteristics to something non-human, or the representation of an abstract quality in human form
So the other day,
I was high on some LSD
and started talking to random things in my house
Turns out, we’ve got a lot in common
It appears I’m somewhat similar to my bed
Like how I try to be this great support system
Even though they don’t really treat me right,
tread on me,
stomp all over me,
and leave me a mess.
But at the end of the day,
I’m the one that they come home to,
To forget their woes
I promised my bed to never treat it the same way again.
I found out my micro-weave oven low-key represents me.
He’s getting his buttons constantly pushed,
And he’s got so much untapped potential
He says could probably make a grilled rotisserie chicken
but he’s never tried to.
All he does every day is heat that leftover curry
while draining a butt-load of energy.
But I relate to my computer the most
I mean, aren’t we all some cogs and gears with millions of switches inside
Electric signals blasting through
Juggling an overwhelming amount of data,
and more information than we know what to do with,
Hoping that the creator guides us
Through the ordeals.
A memory with too many tabs open
attempting to do a million things at once
That makes our internals scream
Without anybody realizing…
And so, sometimes we freeze,
we throw out errors, blue screens, we heat up.
And after just one look at you, they say
“Have you tried turning it off and on again?”
Yeah…I should stop doing drugs.
Also read A Seal Walks into a Bar…