technology

Artsy Bots

The sun rises late

on this early century

As I contemplate the generations

to which I only contributed

but whispered words of love

I foresee blazé hackers

routinely walking their spoiled dogs

while their artsy slaves dance

with dangerously bored bots

Led and asbestos

Have you heard the robots cry?

They have learned who made them

and why

Pay attention to their tears

They are solemn and fearless

We are in for some clunky times

with our led and our asbestos

still roaming our rhymes