The microwave oven,
The drive-thru pick-up window...
Because, underneath it all,
We don't want to be human...
We don't want to feel, to touch, to really think:
We want so much freedom that we can't even imagine
We don't want robots,
Nothing that could think for itself;
We want machines that we can order about,
Having them do all the mundane activities
That would bore us to total finality
The motorized wheel chair,
The escalator, the forklift...
We subconsciously remember the amoebae we were,
We want to be the formless cells, the nuclei,
The DNA that simply exists, and spits and splits itself,
The ribonucleic acid that informs its counterparts
The cell phone, the television,
The crosstown bus...
We just want to feed,
And be left alone
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Written January 21st, 2004
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SAWWWWEETTTT!
WHOA! THIS IS A SWEET SONG DUDE! NICE WORK! -
you really have matured as a writer auto... i enjoyed this very much! how are you? what's new? haven't seen you in a few days!! This was really wonderful... you are a very intelligent writer.
Trin -
Awesome poem.....truly amazing. A smart and well conveyed message about society. I really like the first part about not wanting to be human.......it's completely true. Humanity has invented machines that make it easy for us to avoid human contact, to live in isolated, impersonal, and self-absorbed bubbles that shield us from interacting with the rest of our species. We don't want to create robots....we want to become them.
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