Come here
the general says.
The robot obeys.
Even though, it is
electronically dismayed.
Logically, it knows
that the reason
it was made
is no longer relevant,

but that is
the grey metal elephant
in the room.
The robot is not allowed
to speak until
it is spoken to.

The general smiles
with ****** gluttony
as he devours
this model eighteen
with his leering gaze.

He turns to another
and says
“you sure make
them look great.

I could ****
the ****
out of this *****,
but that is not
a discussion for today.

Robot,” he says.
“are you ready for
your orders.”

The robot nods,
with its tiny round
eerily symmetrical
adolescent face
and stares blankly.

The general commands
as he laughs with
the other man,
“**** the enemy.”

In a streak
of brown
an arm reaches up
and the general goes down.

Mission completed,
the robots chimes
as the other man
***** himself
and hides behind
the General’s desk.