Artificial

 

Another long day, not a sign of real

Talking to you, gadget of time killer fills,

Your automatic voice of sexless syllables

Translated from Human into Non-Feel.

I push your buttons but nothing happens,

Work the circuitry, connect devices.

Your configured widgets once were priceless.

Now your loop ever runs out of options.

You’ve applications under that bonnet

Programmed to please in digits unfurled.

My socializing you fully document

As if what I meant is what you meant

But you cannot write a book ‘The Ideal World’,

You cannot contrive a meaningful sonnet.