This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.
I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.
I got into it slowly
but it soon got out of hand
when on a cold black-Friday
I bought an automated man.
His physique wasn’t all that defined
and I wouldn’t have called him handsome
but soon I was trolling the aftermarket
for jail-broken enhancements.
He can’t take his eyes off me,
his omelettes are the best,
and when he puts his arms around me
- he never needs to rest.
My mom appreciates him,
his work ethic has her impressed.
She has no idea how handy he is
as he helps me get undressed.
My friends say, “Wow, you look HAPPY!”
I feel I’m blooming like a flower.
I anxiously wait for him to fully charge
and we have unscheduled hours.
this is a fantasy piece - no one’s selling "automated men" on Amazon - I checked
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