You’re Meat
You’re meat; sitting in your seat, flesh animate.
For right now, your soul inhabits.
The string of life, your corporeal habit.
You’re meat; controlled - electrically.
Pushing forward a bony structure.
A nervous function contracts your muscles.
You’re meat; head to your feet, persistently.
Living being, rebuilding masses.
Cloning falters with Hayflick’s damage.
You’re meat; body heat; pulse beats.
Temperate being, ideal position.
Too hot too cold, it ends the system.