Teetering On the Edge of 2009

In times that both try and excite To what do we apply our might? To electronics, toys, and fad To make each man an island glad To relieve conversation, dull To color in each little lull To get one from point A to B With no adventure in between True plagues of mind and joylessness Seem scarcely ever are addressed But who will offer sympathy At the cost of efficiency? For hours no modern man can spend We'll build a wondrous robot friend To lend an ear no man can share When relatives nor colleagues care Its cold steel arms will warm embrace Us in our inhuman rat race A hunk of hulking cords and wires Its lifeblood of internal fires Telescopic lens for eyes A sound card, too, to mimic sighs A monstrous voice of monotone Reminds us we are not alone Compressing our hand through the dark night Whispering "It will be all right" We won't be sad but overjoyed O, praise the tenderheart android! And praise to us, to build this 'bot To learn the love that we forgot