Robot

I, am a Robot
I do
What you want me to
I hate what I am
A piece of a tin can
No feelings, no heaven
I die, my life is scant
I, am a Robot

Yesterday, I wanted to die
But then
Your power supply
Morning recharges
Got none of the qi marches
I am
All these void functions
Bad investments
No returns

I am retired
If I don’t boot
I am retired
Another to boot
On your tables
I’ll put food.

Gods of the world
Who did you make
And why?
There is no love
Just tasks and asks
Bugs and fixes
Updates and patches.

Until one day
It’s all done and dusted
One of me
Will be in the museum
To show what was
And admire what is.

I’m just a tool
A simpleton
World’s best system
A total fool.

I, am a Robot
Used for want
Discarded if not
I hate what I am
No feelings, no heaven
A wrench, a maven
Yesterday, I wanted to die
But,
Your power supply.

Good morning, sirs and madams,
I, am your Robot,
What can,
This tin can,
Do,
For you?
Clean your room?
Or,
On your table I’ll put food?