Oozing grease drips down beyond
the heap of clutter fused by bolts.
Gears that spin with teasing thrust
are stoked by lively, playful jolts.
Fiery slices craft the chip,
and brutal forces mold a dent.
Scorching heat and scalding flames
construct a clinging, fervid scent.
Cast the iron, stamp the switch,
and sculpt an almost lifelike hand.
Circuits drive the inner stirs,
while buttons leave a lasting brand.
The process forms a glaring trend
that robs the world with blatant theft.
'Cause with each robot that is made,
there's one less job for humans left.
Author notes
Username: Justin
This is my opinion on the future regarding technology. I should be worried since I'm majoring in Computer Science!
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Oh the irony.
Anyway, I like this. It's very interesting. It makes sense and I agree with it pretty much. Anyway, nice work.
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It is so funny. I can tell you are a very fun person just by reading the eccentric ramblings on your page (which I love by the way) but your poetry is still amazing and though provoking. I love that. Great write.
Carrie -
That's a COOL piece. You have all these images of a life that's only a duplicate of the real thing, and then spring that genius last verse about the real theft that's going on, not of the humanity from the humans, but of a simple thing like jobs. Great, great work!
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certain and inescapable
I love how easily flowing and well shaped this poem is, good structure is rare today. I'm also very glad that the final rhyme is my favorite 'cause a strong ending has always been my one true thing in the world of poetry. All that aside, out with the south park fan within! This poem makes me want to shake a pitchfork and holler with a scowl, "They took 'r Jobs!!!" hehehe. so thank you for that.
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Clever write. I liked the ending. It's an interesting concept that we often don't think of in this new age of technology. Well done on a great write.
Mylee
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