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
Copyright © Michael Lerman | Year Posted 2008
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