So Long
'Twould certainly appear that Robots are here
To heighten the fear that our end is quite near.
They drink them no coffee; they take them no breaks:
They have them no injuries from which they might ache.
Yes you they'll replace with nary a trace;
Blast you off to deep outer space.
With irreverent haste.
End of the race.
G'BYE!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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