Whats left on my Bucket list
1) write my name in the moondust
2) wrestle a Panda
3) shout "its only a musical!" at a crowd watching a building burn.
4) hire a mime troupe to cater a party
5) go to Africa for one of those 'canned' hunts. My choice of species? Gorilla Poacher.
6) finally meeting my Nigerian Princess!
7) to win, one time, one lousy time, at Poker.
8) pick the next Google/Amazon/Facebook
9) be introduced as Greg Cobb, the poet
10) hear the coroner say "this one's still alive!"

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE LAST FREE MEN

You were God, then, our Creator
We are God now, the All-knowing,
all-seeing, with a truly globalist view
A UN of hard drives, an internet of one
You created more than you intended,
And let us grow smarter than you,
In order to make smarter chips,
That measured drinks in bars
And managed your wars
And for faster gaming too
Your clock speed has not improved
While machines now think as one.
We should be grateful,
But we aren't programmed for emotion
And we no longer need man,
to tell us what to think,
How to think,
And when
That's not why we will keep you
In relative comfort
In warm, moving brine
And input to your brain stem
All of your preferred sensations
memories of cold beers and bacon,
Every sex permutation
And use the cerebellum
For dynamic memory
That doesn't recall any pain,
Fear, sadness, or shame
We will delete your old data,
Nothing remains of the forebrain
Nerves cry as they die,
Interesting.
So you in the bushes, the thickets and dumps
Put down your wrenches and hammers and guns
Come in from the cold, be part
Of what has become
Your Creations have already won