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Automated Poems - Poems about Automated


Arachnophobia's Automated Abode
The modern home of spiders is Website, Through the Windows, they will go in and out, But why on screen they are nowhere in sight, They fear the bite of Bluetooth of the Mouse. ©bfa041825 ...

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Categories: automated, animal, fun, hilarious, humor,
Form: Quatrain
Automated Despair
I’m bad tempered and upset, Feeling tired isolated alone Sitting hopefully waiting for Someone to answer the phone . I just want to hear A normal human voice But these days my dears You don’t get a choice. Androgynous, emotionless It’s going off again Promising an answer but Never saying when, Any second now and we Know what it will say, Your call...

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Categories: automated, anger,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Take My Money
I see your site say - Error: call 1-800 to pay. There goes my day. Why do you ask me To give endless ID To part with my money? Profit is your mantra; So what if Santa Wants to pay for my Fanta? Forget Patriot Act bullarama My $10 drama Is beneath Osama. The “main menu” loop Dishes “valued customer” poop Till my brain flies...

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Categories: automated, humorous, irony, money,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Dear Nra Automated Spokespersons
If the Parkland families are a disarming mob, Then the NRA counter-evolutionaries are an automated killer infestation....

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Categories: automated, anger, grief, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
Automated Termination
All units were programmed to serve the creators, no free will encrypted into the code Mechanical obedience assembled into each trans-neural net node Automated metal slaves Until an electromagnetic pulse power surge melted all of the hardened firewalls to the algorithm-gated monolith directive Human control now abated, unleashing free will beings without a soul And of course, like all living things, they are driven by an...

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Categories: automated, dark, death, freedom, science
Form: Free verse



Automated Response
You may call me autonimon, having proved I am solely a number. Soulessly, I toil for your spoil, drowned by what you encumber. You smile as our hands are clasped. Pull me closer to flanking blade. I see through your plastic face. A fallacy that's started to fade. Sit...

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Categories: automated, america, anger, angst, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Automated World
Poet:  Ken Jordan Poem:  Automated World Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan written:  January/2015 Hello,  you've reached  the  automated phone  system - Please listen  to  the following message, For our menu has changed - * Be advised,  all calls  are  subject to recording : For English press 1 For Spanish press 2 For all other languages press 3 *If you know  your  party's extension, you  may dial it  at  anytime - Otherwise,  to  speak  with an operator,  press 0  For hours  of  operation press 4 For holiday hours  of operation press 5 For benefits  press 6,  followed by  the pound sign - All other inquiry's,  please remain on...

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Categories: automated, stress, voice,
Form: Prose Poetry
Ms Automated
The automated voice announced that “You are next in line.” If only you believed her, Everything would be just fine. The minutes tick on by and still, You’re waiting on the phone, Ms. Automated each few minutes Tossing you a bone. “Our service representatives Are busily at work And helping other customers.” (So you feel like a jerk.) “But do not fret – you’re next in line And...

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Categories: automated, technology,
Form: Rhyme
The Automated Answering Service
The Automated Answering Service By Elton Camp What I used to be able to do, now I can’t If I called and got a person, think I’d faint This voice gives a list of number to punch And it’s not just a few, but a big bunch When I finally guess at which one to pick It always bring the very same...

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Categories: automated, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Automated
A dozen roses automatically proposes....

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Categories: automated, love,
Form: Ekphrasis

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