Rise of the Machines
My toaster has two settings
inferno and brilliant white,
the smoke alarm, because it's bored
goes off sometimes at night.
The smart TV which simplifies
recording for us loons
starts playing back ten minutes in
and finishes too soon.
The microwave 'defrost' setting
has never been much fun
so I take the chicken breast outside
and wave it at the sun.
They say technology will soon
outsmart all of mankind
the march of robots and machines
will leave us all behind,
but me, well I'm not worried
and I won't be losing sleep
at least until tomorrow night
when the smoke alarm goes beep.
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