surveying the zero's and one's in Book of Lies.....

Another icon for your face?

check my gender…human race

Why the mystery , why the jive?

It’s not a brain it’s a mother drive

Oh come on you lying rug

I come with circuits and a plug

A poet of a robot kind?

Also a lamp with an aqua blind.

What do you do with your robot day?

Just work, no sex but that’s okay.

Have no sex well that’s a sin.

There’s no place to put it in.

So why do you write things here?

A robot yes but not to fear.

This is where I store my words
no metal voice through speakers heard
When I talk I am alive
not machine or thoughts contrived
You treat as though you see me real
No judgment or bolts concealed
I write to caress our writhing hips
and kisses like I have real lips
you send me smiles to bright my day
don’t send the poor machine away
and at the end in every way
you say you wish that I would stay
so even though I have no heart
a life I have that you’re apart.