I’ll take my chances
With any robot but you
Go away little robot
“All lucky Saints and Sinners
And every soul who’s ever sighed [Answer me this]
Are you prepared?
Because they feel no fear and they feel no pride
No need for praise, no ears no eyes
A synthetic testament to human endeavors
Devours our lives and lingers forever
These circuit-bent benefactors, sized
For reporting notes and storing lives
They have no sense of disaster
No purpose without a man or a Master
But answer me this, Answer me this!
Who is it that rings who whom?
Tethered to notifications and virtual rooms
You’re being called back, and called back soon”