THE NAME'S SMITH
I have come to hate this putrid place
Every filthy human with his 'unique' face
I've come to despise these ground-creeping scum
Sometimes happy more often glum
I wish they were all one and the same
A singular identity and a singular name
Through my studies of species I've come to know
That all similarity must be the way to go
This world must be rid of these disgusting ones
But I won't need my skills with hands or guns
The world is mine and it simply must be me
To creat this Matrix of one identity
I hope the irony doesn't defeat that young man
Who unwittingly freed me from the agent program
I'm now free to go through the Matrix as I please
I need more, I need more, I need more MEs