doctor, can you do me a favor?

Hey, doctor?
This wretched world doesn’t need another wannabe artist.
Hack open my skull and replace my brain with a processor.
Tear open my chest and leave a gaping hole where my heart is.
I don’t mind the human body, but take away the humanity.
Robots don’t cry. Computers don’t wish to be artists.
Teach me the language of ones and zeros.
Program me to stop.
I don’t want to loop forever
and ever
and ever
and ever
and ever
and