Father Washing-Machine, Mother Microwave & Brother Radio Poem by James Merchant
Father Washing-Machine, Mother Microwave & Brother Radio
Robots feed me lice
Shaped like specks of rice
I can't refuse
And I can't choose
What I want to wear
The style of my hair
The size of my shoes
The year of my booze
Robots feed me info
Got the connections free-flow
Internet brides for my body
And a leader as my hobby
The truth coming from my brother
Goes throuh my bones like butter
A final offering of certification
The end the circuit of circulation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/23/2024 8:43:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
