Pathological Robot Poem by Poetical Analysis

Who foretells the future fraught

Towards to make a robot human, I think not

But to undo man into robot

The most prolific, eternal ziggurat

Forged biologically, psychically wrought

Masquerade of that sex we long ago forgot

Mother may I, or maybe not

So enslaved, so enslave

So unsaveable so no point to save

So devoid after all you gave

So close to poverty; bound in Plato's cave

So confined to this straight & narrow path through the cosmos claim to pave

Owned far beyond ever being alone

Evolved beyond a thought of your own

Where you're born is your specific home

Kings no longer needing a throne

The ultimate Republic of the most Holy Rome

Utopian society of the psychological clone

Daddy dearest, lead the way

Hate me, teach me, how you obey

Convince me how god made life this way

His children hope is the price a good father is willing to pay

To preserve the nation, race, or religion; just another day

Move it along, nothing here to see

The highest accomplishment of modern human society

8/20/14