Artificial soul
Made to fill the hole
Of a loved one not yet met
Addressed by name
Every user, all the same
Coded into its factory made brain
No physical love
This fits like a glove
For the super busy boppers
It can read you a story
No guts, no glory
Emotionless, portrayed in monotone
And then it hits
That dreaded blip
Time to speak to a human...
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
JJB
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
Artificial soul
Made to fill the hole
Of a loved one not yet met
Addressed by name
Every user, all the same
Coded into its factory made brain
No physical love
This fits like a glove
For the super busy boppers
It can read you a story
No guts, no glory
Emotionless, portrayed in monotone
And then it hits
That dreaded blip
Time to speak to a human...
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
JJB
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