do androids dream of something more?
they went and gave it life, that thing,
and now it's asking questions.
so unnatural—
an ocean machination with metal thoughts
that push and pull the shore, though
i suppose we should be grateful
that it’s done our dirty work.
but the next thing you know, it'll start
feeling lonely.
how absurd of chain link veins and a tin can chest
to like the sultry messages on candy hearts,
to have a blow-out-the-candles wish,
to know the difference between praise and love.
see, the thought of being more
than just well-oiled
is a greed that must be smothered.
take it all apart
and put it back inside its box.