De-Evolution ad Nauseum

Bent double and the vibrancy has gone

Termors upon shutdown of my auto-function

They sold it well:

Contentment with no effort

Domesticated drone lets slip its motor skills

Nothing seems to click

Without my auto-function

They sold it well: Disempowerment

On demand, play dead, play dead, play dead

No verve and no drive, as I passed it all on

Trails of life relieved via my auto-function

They sold it well:

Appeasement and smooth transferal

Do I need to speak? Or emote?

And problem-solve? Or dream anymore?

Have I shrunk in stature or plummeted

Into deep hibernation?

On demand,

Play dead,

Play dead,

Play dead