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A Poem for Blade Runner's Replicants | Pest Control Magazine

I must be a replicant

You see the way they               look


Us and our programmed history

Written by them about                                our

Different skins that makes

Them fear for their own


I must be a replicant

A darkness not classified

Yet considered a threat level midnight

Less human than the other lunch table

They ask me do I even know                                dreams

A subcategory to a majority


We must be replicants

Always too far

From the idea of ideal

While just close enough

To matching the enemy description


They must be replicants

A mind full of wires and circuits

Devoid of a consciousness

Possessing everything to destroy one

Sitting at this bar playing a NBA championship

I ask the bartender

Can people have empathy for replicants?

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