c2011Shalako
This poem originally appeared in 'Twisted Tongue' #16.
I, robot
Don’t have the capacity
To dream about tomorrow
But I never spell a word wrong
Fueled up, brains all loaded
With everything that’s passed
And I have no place to go
I can never die
As long as the batteries last
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
I have never speculated
As to where I came from
Did I spring from the dust?
Was I created?
I’ve never cared. I’ve never asked.
Simply because it’s easier
In the Good Lord I trust
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come
Cryogenic heart, skin a polished silver
One thing I am glad of
For this I thank my builder
I can never rust.
And in my own self-assumptions;
I place my deepest trust
I, robot; am happy within myself.
Here I come
Here I come
Here I come…
Twisted Tongue #16:
http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/twisted-tongue-magazine-issue-16/11780060
http://badpoetsclub.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-robot.html (Blog link for my original post.)