It is not the clanking of the cogs nor the whirring of the gears or the yanking of my chain I fear,
it's the sentience of robot minds and I do believe they're here.

Artificial, embryonic, quite hypnotic
quite demonic.

Intelligent, more so than I,
robot,
robots wonder why.

Latex over trip switch circuits,
they'll never tiptoe through the tulips
and that is where I grin,
I win.

Life for all its drawbacks never lacks
a laugh or two and
robots, as far as I can tell
can't do laughter
very well.