Making Love to a Machine

Making Love to a Machine

I know you don't feel but it seems so real,
Your clicks are hard, your keys are so tight,
Curves that are factory fit, I'm worried,
You don't have teeth but I fully expect you to bite.

Sure, obsolescence is your destiny,
But where does that leave me?
In the cold blue light I want to pick a fight,
But your programming won't let go, won't skip a beat.

Just zeros and ones, now you got me on the run,
Our hidden love is an obsession that has no end.
I reach for all humanity to pull out your cable,
But I'm grasping at straws, you are not made to disable.


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