Super Computer

She can barely utter a coherent sentence

But her brain is as sharp 

As a knife left at a crime scene

Cloaked figures idling about

Heads itching , chins wagging 

They say she

Split in different ways

Like octopus legs

Her mind can compute at a pace

Beaming to the moon

and back

Only love can follow

Not sitting in a room

Listening to KPIs echoing

The CEOs dreams and lullabies 

Within the protective walls 

Of bone and blood

A mothers brain

Is superior to all 

(But not before she’s had her coffee)