Eccentric Blur

I walk with an eccentric limp
and talk with an ingenious-like slur
mile for mile and after awhile
everything I see becomes a blur
soft hands, lazy fucking hands
motions like that of a mechanical man
whisper digital whispers
philosophical, I think therefore I am
weak leg, always a step behind
the words I speak, I hide inside my mind
for if I spoke as I thought
I surely think, my lips would definitely explode