Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Return of Mr. Roboto

It was a frivolous disco moment
on a dance floor of absurdity.
We laughed at the face of a technology
yet to to come,
a robotic voice speaking
in a condescending schmooze...
how cute and kitschy.

Now in the kitchen
with less food in the pantry,
and jobs gone overseas,
and families in chaos...

he shows up in a phone call,
the Do Not Call list
is out the window.
They plead in wealthy tones of white,
"vote for our contender."

I slam down the phone
on the robo call and fume
as I screech...
"Fuck you and your techno lies!"
just leave me alone with my wallflower stare.

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